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invest in Yourself 147<br />
rocket’s gyroscope shows one reading, while the rocket’s instruments show that<br />
it’s actually headed in a slightly different direction. <strong>The</strong> gyroscope, remember, is<br />
always pointed in the right direction, the direction the ship actually wants to go.<br />
<strong>The</strong> computer processor detects that the rocket’s off course and tells it to<br />
make an adjustment. If the processor and the rocket were speaking English, the<br />
conversation might sound something like this:<br />
Processor: “Rocket, you’re 1.27 degrees north—bring it back to 1.29.”<br />
Rocket: “Okay ... done.”<br />
Processor: “Good ... Whoa, that’s too much, now you’re 1.30—<br />
move it 0.01 degrees south.”<br />
Rocket: “No problem, I’ll do that, too.”<br />
Processor: “Great—no, wait, too far west. Adjust course 0.067 degrees.”<br />
Rocket: “Got it, consider it done.”<br />
Processor: “Whoops, too much, come back 0.012.”<br />
Rocket: “Right, 0.012 ... how’s that?”<br />
Processor: “Little too far north again, ease back to 1.27 ... ”<br />
And so it goes, from here to the moon, a constantly occurring series of<br />
adjustments turning what is predominantly a string of failures into ultimate success.<br />
You have a gyroscope, too, and it works in much the same way, if you allow it to.<br />
Your gyroscope is your vision of where you’re going—in other words, your dream.<br />
Your processor is the <strong>Slight</strong> <strong>Edge</strong>: a consistent series of tiny, seemingly insignificant<br />
actions, easy to do and easy not to do, and in this case, doing them leads you directly<br />
to the moon instead of shooting off into the vacuum of outer space.<br />
You’re hungry. <strong>The</strong>re’s a bunch of greasy junk food in a vending machine<br />
beckoning you. Your gyroscope is spinning—it’s focused on your health. Your<br />
processor goes, click ... click ... whirr ... and you choose a salad or a piece of<br />
fruit instead.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re’s a display rack of books and magazines. You reach toward the copy<br />
of People because it has a juicy piece of gossip you’d just love to read—about a<br />
movie star you can’t stand but it looks really intriguing anyway—and it’s only<br />
a few bucks and you’ve got some time over lunch, and—Click ... whirrr ... click<br />
... and instead you decide to go back to your car for your copy of Smart Women<br />
Finish Rich. Or to take a twenty-minute walk in the park.<br />
You’re having coffee with friends and they start complaining about their<br />
work, their bosses, their jobs ... Click ... click ... whirrr ... and you find a way to<br />
change the subject because you know that if the talk doesn’t get onto a positive<br />
track within another sixty seconds, you’ll find a reason to excuse yourself.<br />
Click ... click ... whirrr ...