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My mother used to say plan for the outcome you wanted to achieve—even if it seemed unlikely to happen at the time. When I hit puberty and was pissed off that I hadn’t had my first shift yet, she would pull me down to sit beside her and say, “Let’s plan the party we’re going to have to celebrate your first shift.” And then I started making a list of all the things I wanted to do at my party, which was mostly about food because I was a growing pup and could eat the entire refrigerator’s contents in one sitting. We made a list of all the food I wanted at the party: pizza and hamburgers and chocolate cupcakes. We talked about who I wanted to invite: just family and the ranchers, not the rest of the pack. By the time we were done, my mood had changed from resistance to anticipation.
