Can Opener: How’ll you know when you’ve really made it? I mean really know. In life. Ya know?
Our get cruising plan is slated for 3 years till blast off. Sounds way too far away… but on the other hand that’s 1000+ short days till we cast off the ropes and really head out. That’ll be good, then I’ll know we’ve made it. Then I’ll know we’re there.
Or…hmm. Not nearly enough time. I should make another list. Just to be double sure…
Captain Cat: I’ll know I’ve made it when I finally get you to take me for that walk you’ve been promising all day.
Can Opener: Hey, last week you were on about how life would have meaning once you’d lured Pussy Galore into your lair–we are not going out while you’ve got that tea towel clipped around your neck!
Captain Cat: No. Last week I said I’d know I’d made it when I had a Facebook page created for me with 500 supporters devoted to my buttocks. Pussy Galore was the week before.
You need to broaden your criteria. If you have only one measure of success, you are bound for disappointment.
Get yourself a list of 10 or so ways you’ll know you have made it. 20 is better.
Success is an endless curve with blips along it. Celebrate small goals achieved and successes on the way. It’s just good goal-setting. Keeps everyone as happy as I am when I sit down to my kippered herring and caviar breakfast.
And this, by the way… is a cape.
Can Opener: Perhaps monsieur would like a walking stick to go with?
Captain Cat: We prefer the term ‘sceptre’.
Can Opener: Right. After you, yer royal–
Captain Cat: Yes. Exactly.
Passing Backpacker in street with ‘California Inmate ’72 ’ on t-shirt:
Dude! Why’s your cat wearing a tea towel?
How will you know when you get there?
–transcribed by the Can Opener