mental grit

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He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and  observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable  things for the observer–excellent for drawing the veil from men’s motives and actions. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament  was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more  disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his. And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.

theatlantic.com
Why Understanding Student Trauma is More Important Than Teaching ‘Grit’
“We are asking students to change a belief system without changing the situation around them.”
By Aisha Sultan

“It can be irresponsible and unfair to talk about grit without talking about structural challenges, he said, referring to the recent interest in interventions tied to the concepts of grit and perseverance.

So, what are those challenges? If a hypothetical classroom of 30 children were based on current demographics in the United States, this is how the students in that classroom would live: Seven would live in poverty, 11 would be non-white, six wouldn’t speak English as a first language, six wouldn’t be reared by their biological parents, one would be homeless, and six would be victims of abuse.”

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I might be a johnlocker, but I love Irene Adler!

To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer—excellent for drawing the veil from men’s motives and actions. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his. And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.

Irene Adler is the woman who counted.

She’s a beautiful lesbian that may or may not have had a crush on him.

After all Sherlock eclipses the whole of his sex. 😉

I believe they like each other a great deal.

John Watson’s jealousy knew no boundaries with The Woman.

She memorized all around her, women and men.

Today was my first day student teaching! I’m so excited to begin this new chapter in my life. This will be very hard work, but this is the kind of hard work that makes me feel lit up inside. I’m working to show people that I have the physical, mental, and emotional grit and stamina to do this. I’m working to show myself that. I’m so ready to give this my all. To be honest, the last two weeks have been terrible. I had surgery (hospitals make me feel like a mushy powerless overcooked noodle), and my sister is going through some devastating mental health issues. My problems are far from over. But here’s to new beginnings!

It’s always interesting for me to think back to my first tournament ever. It reminds me of how I started, the obstacles I’ve overcome, and how hard I’ve worked to get this far.

I’ve got a long road ahead of me. I took two years off from competing and training because I got hurt. I got scared. But I’m back and my results may not be the best, but that’s ok.

It’s okay to fail. It’s also okay to fall. There’s nothing wrong with being an underdog. It’s what you do with those experiences that makes you who you are.

If I were to treat all my losses negatively, I would’ve quit years ago. And I did quit, but I came back. I’m not the best right now. Im far from it. But I can do it, and that’s all that matters. Having the mental grit to push through your darkest fears, to rise above what others think of you, that is pure satisfaction. To know that every loss is a lesson in the right direction, and every win is a humbling experience, it really shapes who I am.

I’m not the best. I may be the worst in my division, but that’s ok. Because while my opponents are focused on the best people, I can slip in through their blindspots and take the wins. They don’t know me, but I know them.

The last two tournaments have proved that I can improve. I have the Mexican training camp coming up in two weeks. Then I have the Canadian National Championships. I have a long road ahead of me, but I won’t stray from my path. I am strong, no matter what anybody says.

You are strong, even if you don’t believe it.

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“In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer – excellent for drawing the veil from men’s motives and actions. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his. And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.“

Dr. Watson,  A Scandal In Bohemia