We took our granddaughter Abby, who's now 6 and lost her first tooth (so terribly excited) on a short vacation to Estes Park, CO. It was her first plane trip, but that's another story.
The Whispering Pines Cottages were very nice - clean, roomy, and ours was right on the Big Thompson River which gurgled by not fifteen feet away. On a few occasions, we noticed fly fishermen working the cold, rushing waters in search of trout. They would cast...pull back...flit the line out again...pull back...set the fly in a slightly different spot...let it float downstream a bit...reel in...and go through the process again. You've seen the process many times, I'm sure. I never saw any of these folks actually catch a fish, but they went at it for hours on the hope of a strike.
It seems like a perfect metaphor for anything we strive to accomplish. Success rarely comes on the first cast. We try a little something, and it's not quite right. We try it a little differently, and maybe that's not quite it either. But we keep nuancing, setting the fly here and there, trying little technique tweaks as we wade along. And if we are perseverant and hit the right spots, success comes with a big splash.
Here's to success, one cast at a time.

