Last week I wrote an essay about how I managed to achieve a big sales goal and how awesome it was and all that jazz.
Well, I got back from vacation and saw final numbers.
99%
What. The. Shit.
Turns out a deal I didn’t broker got returned and dropped me just below the 100% mark.
I’ll be honest, I was mad.
I was mad at my failure, mad at my boss, mad at the calendar, mad at my dog, mad at the sales gods; I was just plain mad.
99%
It took a few minutes to realize who I should be mad at.
Me.
Because it was a goal. And I did work for it. And it did mean something to me, arbitrary though the number be.
But I came up short.
I was mad because it sucks to suck.
And 99% is no longer good enough. I no longer tolerate this in myself.
Because every night, I come here and talk about my day. And writing about how I got 99% instead of 100% is bullshit.
But it’s also constructive.
Over the last year as I’ve gone from unhealthy and unmotivated to passionate and vital, one mantra has sustained me: Don’t Like It? Get Better.
And this is the ultimate opportunity to exhibit that in living color.
99% sucks.
I can do better. We can do better. Do better.
Don't Like It? Get Better 