If you were a hitter . . .
Posted on September 27, 2006 - Filed Under Philosophy |
My head has been cracked open like a cold water melon on a hot day. And I love it.
This last Sunday, I had breakfast with my Mentor and a good friend. My Mentor has this way of educating and chiding me all at the same time.
He starts, "If you were a hitter . . ."
Implying that I’m not.
That burns me up like nobody’s business.
This story unfolded during our breakfast. A few weeks back, I was angry and frustrated because this entire process is moving slowly. Too slow. My finger hovering over the mouse button. The "PURCHASE" button pulsated on the screen, just waiting for me. What was the purchase? A five day jaunt to Paris: airfare and hotel for $1,100. Last minute special. Frequent flyer miles put me in business class.
Hey, when some people get stressed they go to the gym. Others smoke. Me? I go to Paris.
Anyway . . .
I didn’t pull the trigger because the appraiser was suppose to do a walk-through.
Imagine my shame. I allowed some guy I didn’t even know to directly impact my life in two ways. The first was this trip to Paris. The second is these houses. They’re not on the market because we’re waiting for him.
My mentor looked at me and said "You have people to handle this. Why are you getting in the way? You need to stop that. If you were a hitter, you would have went to Paris. Actually you got me thinking. I think I’ll go to Paris." With that, he picked up the phone.
I was so beside myself, I could barely breath.
I still can’t.
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