Let’s dive into today’s Thought of the Day and Question of the Day—because sometimes the things we avoid say more about us than the things we chase. Today’s reflection touches on missed marks, silent frustrations, and, yes, the musical equivalent of nails on a chalkboard.
Whether you’ve stopped throwing your metaphorical darts or simply can’t stand polka with electric guitars, this one’s for you.
Thought of the Day: If you can’t hit the target, eventually you stop throwing the darts.
Let’s be real—at some point, we all stop trying. Not because we’re lazy. Not because we’re weak. But because missing hurts.
You start out full of fire—throwing darts, setting goals, dreaming big. And then one miss turns into five. Five turns into fifty. And eventually, you quietly stop showing up. The board is still there, but your arm is tired. Your heart’s a little bruised. You start telling yourself maybe darts just aren’t your thing. Or maybe the board is rigged. Or maybe nobody else really hits it either—they’re just better at pretending.
But here’s the thing: not throwing doesn’t protect you from pain. It just makes sure you never hit the bullseye.
I’ve done this with writing, with poker, even with relationships. When the outcomes didn’t match the effort, I ghosted the board. But then I’d feel worse—because now I wasn’t just failing, I was quitting. I’ve learned that sometimes the real target isn’t even the bullseye. It’s the persistence. It’s the willingness to keep throwing.
Question of the Day: What is a genre of music you can’t stand?
Here’s the revised section of your blog post with your new musical preferences woven in, keeping your voice and tone intact:
🎵 Question of the Day: What is a genre of music you can’t stand?
Alright, cards on the table—my favorite music is from the 80s. Synths, sax solos, and unapologetic drama. Give me Phil Collins, Toto, or The Cure, and I’m a happy man. There’s just something about 80s music that feels like home, like big hair and bigger feelings. It’s theatrical in the best way.
Now, least favorite? I’m calling it: techno country.
Yes, it’s a real thing, and yes, it sounds exactly as horrifying as you think it does. It’s like someone took two perfectly fine things—digital beats and cowboy hats—and decided to see if they could co-exist in the same song. Spoiler: they cannot. My ears don’t know whether to line dance or rave, and the result is a slow descent into sonic chaos.
Look, everyone has their preferences. Music is a deeply personal thing. But we’ve all hit play on a song and thought, “Nope. Not today, Satan.”
So now it’s your turn:
What’s a genre that grates your nerves, and which one instantly lifts your mood?
Your Turn
What genre makes you reach for the “off” button?
And what target have you stopped aiming at lately?
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