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There are times you just have to put your brave on and do it.
I was 17, I finished the gymnasium and tailor education (6 days a week guys, no joke).
I was deadly in love for the first time (with the wrong man, unfortunately), so I left the sewing machine and got a work in a little juice/ conserve fabric in the kolkhoz (which stands for collective in post-Soviet Union).
The job was pretty fun: pumpkin juice with orange extract was the most delicious thing I knew and scrubbing horseradish was the best vaccine against everything 🙂.
There was some heavy lifting too – but that was piece of cake comparing pushing the heavy food/ sh*t loads in pig or cow farm where I used to help my mother.
Well, I must underline that not everything was shitty in soviet union (therefore I understand why the youth in Russia have star crush on Putin).
There were those cultural/ sports events.
Well, I had lots of pressure on me.
Because I am tall they expected me to run as fast as a deer.
I was close to it, but the problem was that I was indescribably shy.
So, on the day before my run, I drunk a glass of wine (mind you no decent person drunk wine in soviet union – but since I hadn’t learnt yet to drink vodka wine was plenty) with the sole purpose of being more relaxed about having all (men) eyes on me.
Well, the wine put me in slow motion and my run (I?) was a disaster.
On the winter games, we had to compete also in chess.
I had no clue what so ever about it.
But one of my colleagues, who took a motherly care of me and was extremely good to get all she wanted, had a solution.
After work, she took me with to a chess teacher.
An elderly man who didn’t look at all like Garry Kasparov (the infamous chess champion) warmly welcomed us in his rustic (poor) home and opened a bottle of vodka.
I tried to say no, – as a true child of Lenin and strongly influenced by Gortbatchov’s “dry low” (witnessing all men, including my own father, being taken down by alcohol) I was concerned about my brain’ cells.
My colleague wouldn’t accept a no for a no (honestly, I didn’t know how to say no) and so I learned both chess and vodka.
Nothing is white and black – this applied also here.
The elderly man may have been drunk more than Captain Jack Sparrow, but he had a talent like no one.
If we had teachers like him, there wouldn’t be struggling children in the schools.
So to make a short story, I won the medal in chess in those local “Olympics”. ‘
Thanks to that elderly man.
In few short hours, I learn some winner strategies (inclusive mental) that secured me the victory.
It took me a much longer to learn to drink vodka, though.
In fact, I ended my glorious night not on the dance floor but in the bathroom throwing up, because the chairman of the local communist party secretly poured vodka in the bottle of “Sovetskaja” champagne.
By the way, he was married and it was him that it issued warning letters of not being good enough communist/ that I was too young to be love with that other guy (we had our own local Weinstein).
To be a winner/ achieve your dreams you don’t need to know everything.
Few strategies are enough.
The first one: embrace who you are, who you truly are.
As they say – if you can see it for you, you can do/ achieve it.
Don’t judge people, but help them – everybody has some special incredible talent, even often they aren’t aware of it.
Even if they are on the streets – especially they most often have incredible abilities.
And ya – vodka isn’t always the best solution, Gorbachov was right on this.
Do you want people to say yes to you, instead of closing door in your face?
Do you want to stop feeling stuck, stop worrying about looking dumb if you try something that doesn’t work?
Bluefishing is about making things happen.
It’s about the ability to make seemingly out-of-reach things happen for yourself. It’s about mindset. The belief. The practice. That’s the skill that matters.
That skill, that talent, that art is much bigger deal than the events we pull off for people.