I had such a bad temper when I was a kid, the whole extended family nicknamed me Oscar. As in Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street.

The thing that finally allowed me to tame it was the sport of archery. I used to get so pissed off with a miss, that my whole round would get ruined. I’d break arrows. I’d throw my bow into the bush. Fortunately my competitiveness and my desire to win made me realize I had to calm the fuck down and be more Zen if I wanted to win. It worked. 40/40 first place finishes at local meets. Three Canadian National championship golds, two North American championship golds, and this gold in Europe at the IFAA world meet in Ljungby, Sweden.

I still lose my shit occasionally, but I make sure it’s for a good cause.