You know who they are. They know who they are.
If you had a magic machine and could go back to the kindergarten years, you could pick most of them out of the class right away because who they are is who they have been all of their lives. People who make shit happen.
When they fail? They just figure out what they did wrong and have at it again. No excuses. Just thought and action, until they succeed.
Then, there are the Excuse-Makers. People who hit just shy of the mark, time after time … on everything.
They’re nice people, and they mean well, and they often try hard. But they mostly fall just short of outstanding, just a little bit less than great, somewhere in the middle of the pack. At best, the middle of the pack. It might bug them—this repeated lack of goal accomplishment—but they seem okay with that. Life is about other things, anyhow. And there’s always beer. They seem sort of happy. And they can always tell you why they didn’t succeed.