I have no patience for fiddly farty crap. I recently realized that what little patience I did have has become much smaller. Age you say, perhaps, but it may be evolutions scanter in characteristics. I was watching a young fellow make finger slings for recurve archers. It was like watching something in slow motion, but quite precise motion. I could not stand it.
This is why I could never be a good Olympic style archer. It is just so fiddly to go that next step and requires an body that does not shake. I act like I am in a hurry all the time, (adrenaline ?) that is either my nature or the way I was trained in my youth more likely. I was always under pressure to do more. OH well, it is almost over anyway, being 2/3 to 3/4 or more of the natural cycle. All is left is the decline. That is the reality.
Isn't it good that we are all so different?
ReplyDeleteOne of my sons was good at archery, another was good at golf and another was good playing the guitar.
Life is a precious mix of abilities.
Be patient or not ....it's our life.
I just ask that we learn to be more tolerant of each other.
All the best Jan