I get cold easy. And I don’t like being cold. So growing up in Minnesota had its natural challenges.
I was at a high school football game (attending not playing) wearing a long sleeve shirt on top of my t-shirt. And I brought my coat for when the temp really dropped later at night.
First quarter I’m ok. But by the second quarter I’m really getting cold. By halftime I’m completely distracted by what is now absolute arctic discomfort.
But my thought is this…The longer I can wait to put my coat on the more Ahhhh I’ll feel when I finally put it on.
So I push.
Like a proud Minnesotan, I push through the cold.
I am shivering I am shaking. I am in an icy igloo of despair.
Keep in mind…I have had my coat with me, right next to me since the beginning of the football game.
Finally in the fourth quarter I put on my coat.
There was no Ahhhhh moment. Nothing got better. The wait was not worth it. By the time the fourth quarter hit, the coat could not rescue me. The damage was irreversibly done.
Don’t wait to get cold before putting your jacket on.
Put on your jacket on right before you get cold.
I’ll let you carry the metaphor from here.
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