The best golf advice I ever received was “if you’re a boogie
golfer approach each hole with a plan to bogey the hole.” In case you not familiar with the term bogey,
it is finishing a hole with one stroke over par. Once I put this philosophy into place, I started
to golf better. My scores started to get
closer to par!!!
(Please stick with this story even if you hate golf. I will get beyond golf before it is over).
Let me back up a step. I’m sure; everybody has had the
experience where we turn in the performance of a lifetime.
Perhaps you have gone out and shot a round of golf about ten
strokes lower than usual. You walk away
thinking you are the guy who should be shotting a 77 every time you play.
Then the next time you play lose six balls and find taking
solace in the fact that although you lost two sleeves of balls, you are a net
winner because you found a random collection of 7 “new to you” balls looking
for the balls, you hit out of bounds.
Granted, your “new” balls are mostly brand names you have
never heard of with business logos from places you aren’t even sure what business they are in, you are still happy with your new windfall. You almost forget the 12 penalty strokes you
should be adding to your score.* (See footnote
below).
The brief moment of happiness you get from your better than the typical performance leaves you with a lifetime of failing to live up to your new lofty expectation for yourself.
I realize I’m getting lost in golf with my example
above. But the same logic applies to
other areas in life.
For example, we can apply the same logic to shooting free
throws. If you are a career 60% free throw shooter and you make nine out of ten
the next time you play, you are now a 61% free throw shooter. You can consider yourself a 90% shooter if you
have changed something in your approach shooting. Otherwise, you can look forward to making
about six out of your next ten shots.
Would you like me to give a non-sports example?
Let’s says you tend to make rock hard cookies or burn the
cake, but one day everything comes together, and you make a “to die for.”
dessert.
I think you get the picture.
Many of us seem out of touch with who we are, frustrated with
where we are, and our situation. My
experience when things go right, we attribute the results to ourselves, and
when something goes wrong, it is bad luck.
So I’ve adopted a stress-reducing way to live my life, and I
I want to pass it along.
It seems we all have three choices. Accept our current performance for what it is. See ourselves as not cut out for the task at
hand and move on to something else. Realize
we need to work to improve our performance.
I challenge you to make a list of this you are doing with
your time. Put each item into one of those three categories;
Not cut out to do, happy with the current level of performance, and the things you
need to improve.
With the list of things, you’re not cut out to do, stop doing
them.
With the list of things you are happy with your current
level of performance, stop having
Anxiety over them, and enjoy them.
With the list of things, you want to improve, come up with an
improvement plan. If you can’t come up
with an improvement plan, the item should move to one of the other lists.
I promise if you try this system out, you will be happier
with your results, and you will see improvement with several things. You will
stop trying to accomplish the unlikely, and you will have a plan for improving things
you have a realistic chance at improving.
By the way, golf is on my improvement list, free throws are
on my happy with the current level of performance list, and baking is on my not
cut out the to-do list.
*It is essential to note you do
need to count these strokes when asked about your score by a fellow golfing
buddy, but you don’t have to report these strokes when reporting into your
wife. A wife could think golf is a waste
of money. High scores might make her
think you are a lousy golfer, and you should give up playing! Here is a great chance to let her know you
made money because you have more golf balls in your bag than when you
left.
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