I’ve posted this before but I think it helps. This time I’ll try it as a kind of fairy tale.
At some point, out of the blue, you were diagnosed with this very odd condition: the doctor came in and said, “Well, it’s like this: from now on, and for the rest of your life, you’re a tightrope walker.”
“I’m a what?”
“It’s not so bad: we’ll give you some gear, a balance bar, but you’re just going to have tightrope walk.”
“EWkay… and this is for how long you said?”
“Well, forever actually. 24/7/365. Unless someone comes up with a cure. Five years they keep saying, since 40 years ago.”
“Sheesh.”
“Yup.”
“So you’re serious? I can’t get down, ever? What about going to bed, sleep, that stuff?”
“Yeah, that can be a problem. There are sensors and things. But basically, it is what it is.”
“This is crazy. I wasn’t trained for this! No one can stay up there all the time!”
“That’s true.”
“So sometimes I’m going to fall off, and you’re saying what exactly?”
“Well, like I say, we can provide some gear. Honestly that stuff is much better than it used to be. And there are lots of ways to connect with other tightropers you can talk to about how to do it, which can help. But yeah, you’ll get blown off occasionally.”
“FFS.”
“Exactly. Still there’s an upside. It’s not much, but it’s something.”
“Which is what, exactly?”
“Just that falling off is gonna happen no matter who you are. Even the Great Valerio couldn’t do it 24/7 forever. Perfection isn’t an option. So there’s no shame in it. You just get back up and keep going.”