Stand Up Tall and Make Demands of Yourself
Image courtesy of FLIKR I had such great posture when I came out of basic training, but the years have slowly pulled my shoulders forward, and sent my gaze back to my less than confident gait. I could blame my downcast eyes on the frozen and slippery tundra, but I remember that the Naval Station at the Great Lakes, during winter, doled out plenty of icy marches. Our heads were still up, but our eyes would do the tedious work of making out the slippery patches. If you were really good, you could step so perfectly across the black ice that the recruit behind you would get over confident and end up on his ass in the snow. Laughs were rare out there, so we took what we could get. Remembering this made me wonder why, after all these years, I don’t still walk with that stature. It’s simple really. I’ve been lazy. If you think about it, it is more difficult to over reach your eyes than to drop your head a little bit. That’s the thing. Back then it was never about how difficult things were