I would re-evaluate the racing. Who you racing against? There is no contest, just you/your life and what you want. I know in horse racing, the first 4 finishers get paid and there are a lot of "maiden" horses out there that never win but keep themselves fed/away from the glue factory coming in third and fourth

We are not all "winners" by whatever standard is out there. The majority of individuals think they -- and parents, their child, is "above average" http://ideas.time.com/2013/04/25/the...-gifted-child/

Yes we have a mixed bag of stuff, good and bad. You work on accentuating the stuff you think you want and ignore or even accept the stuff you don't (just let it "be", never know, it might come in handy in the future you cannot know about).

Look at what you are trying to change for others. I startle easily and cry out and that upsets my husband. Sorry, but I startle easily and cry out! I have decided I am not going to do anything about crying out when the knife blade is falling toward my bare foot? My husband responds too slowly. I went out on an icy morning to get his newspaper from the driveway and fell coming back up the walk. I'm laying in the ice/snow/slush waiting for Prince Charming to run out (he was sitting at the breakfast table in the window) and help me up, make sure I was all right, but nothing happened. I finally looked up and he was still sitting at the breakfast table in the window, just looking at me. I slowly and painfully got myself up and limped into the house (still with his newspaper :-) and confronted him, "Do you let all your wives (I'm his 2nd :-) slip on the ice and break their neck and then not help?" and he replied, "I was watching. You got up." Ah, true love.

There is always going to be my crying out and his angry glare because I'm loud and startle him and he doesn't like it. There is always going to be his hesitance/waiting to see what is happening, even after I fall down the steps, croak out for him to call 911 and then have to deal with his asking me "what's wrong" so he can tell the 911 operator (did that even through a major asthma attack when I could not breathe/should not have been trying to talk :-) He's slow to respond. I love me and him anyway.