“The only people for me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
– Jack Kerouac
It took me a long time to figure out there was nothing wrong with me. I was just spending time around the wrong people. I’m not saying I didn’t make mistakes or do things the wrong way. I am saying that once I began to spend time around people that accepted me, and were in fact a lot like me, life got exponentially better!!
I remember talking to a friend about a shooting drill. I said I spent almost 6 hours dry firing and then another 3 hours live fire on that drill. It wasn’t intentional, I just lost track of time chasing that performance dragon. My friend said, “that’s not a bad way to spend the day.” See, he knew! That was one 9 hour day of work, not 9 hours of work spread out over a week or so. He knew because he’s done similar things chasing performance. Once I started spending time around people obsessed with improving themselves I was no longer the odd one. I was just another one doing what we all are doing to be better at all the things that matter to us.