Life Lesson, from Jeff Watson
As long as I land a few miles up or down the coast from the target, I'm ok. Trying to hit the target exactly feels like when you have $9500 sitting on the blackjack table, and you won't quit until you have the winnings up to an even $10K. Made more than a couple of variations of that mistake over the years. If I'm making a transatlantic sailing voyage, and forced to rely on a sextant and chronometer and depart from Southhampton and I'm aiming for NY harbor, If I end up in Newport, I'm cool because I still got close.