You’ve heard that thing about beauty being in the eye of the beholder? Turns out that theory works in a lot of different situations.
Perhaps I can use fishing to build an analogy. I go out on my kayak trying to catch a big snook or maybe a redfish, might as well haul in a few nice trout while I’m at it. I go to my first spot, perfect for angling in one of my target species. My casts are a little rusty and I might not be using the right bait. Bam! I put a little too much mustard on a cast and hook a mangrove. Now I have to paddle in and scare away any fish that might have been there and wrestle with a giant bush to get my lure back.
Time to go to a new spot. My casts are getting better but I’m not even getting a nibble. I either picked a spot with no fish or am not doing it right. This is how the whole morning goes. With the exception of one ugly lizard fish, I come up empty.
When I return my wife asks me how it went. There are a couple of ways we can go here, there was a time when I might have said it was a lousy trip and it would be easy to make a case for calling it a failure. It’s all a matter of perspective. Instead, with complete honesty I tell her I had a really good trip. It was a beautiful day, I got to go kayak fishing!, the mangroves are my favorite place to fish and I even caught this fish I hardly ever catch – look at my lizard fish!
