I didn’t want to dryfire this morning.
Nope. The next episode of “Longmire” beckoned like a siren, loading mags with snap caps and strapping on a holster seemed to be a major and unnecessary pain in the rear, and besides all that it was Valentines Day. So the girlfriend naturally had my day planned like a head of state. No motorcade, unfortunately.
Yet , dry fire I did. It was a choice I wish I could box up and take to the range I work at, so that all who see me shoot aren’t impressed at my live fire performance, but are instead impressed by the work it took to get here. It would also vindicate the verbal dispute I had with my signifigant other on the issue.
Alas this is not to be, because we are a visual society optimized for “get results quick”. In reality, good or bad results aren’t quick. People don’t get fat overnight-so why would we expect a pill to turn people thin overnight? True financial wealth isn’t built overnight either, and neither is debt. So why would we expect a get rich quick scheme to work?
When I go to the gun range I see much discussion about the size, caliber, holster, and nature of what guys and gals own and shoot. Very little is said about putting in work to attend classes, dry fire with a plan, and to practice using measured methods.
Which to an extent saddens me, because that’s how we get better at anything in life. Without putting in work, we will not improve. Whether its money, food,the Olympics or firearms.