For the drs Brown and Fenske, Winning = success, and success = figuring out what you want to do and then doing that thing, whether that’s becoming really, really good at guitar or learning to walk again after you’ve been raped and left for dead in Central Park. Which, you know, happens. B B King, for example, is really, really good at guitar, and Trisha Meili learned to walk again after etc and that is one of the strengths of this book, its broad-spectrum definition of success. Elizabeth Hudson is defined as ‘successful’ because she is a Really Good Mom and No Longer A Drug-Addict and Prostitute. Books about Winning tend to be mostly about owning your own Fortune-500 or building schools for orphaned children but some of us are going to just be excellent accountants, and that’s ok. I can get behind this definition of success, is what I’m saying.
Ok and the first bit is a teeny bit Fabulous Girl’s Guide, where the authors tell you over and over what a person with a Winner’s Brain does and you’re like Dude(s)! I do not do those things. I do not, ergo, have a Winner’s Brain. But they make a very aggressive point of saying Do not fret, you can learn, and then eventually they teach.
There is a particularly good chapter on Focus, which is something other books of this ilk tend to ignore in favor of time management and motivation, etc. I have shitty focus. Most of what I do is on or near the computer, and the computer is near the intrawebs and the intrawebs is full of silly string and whistles.
Likewise the chapter on Emotions, which are often shunted to the side as Not Having To Do With Brain Space. Brown and Fenske address ways to be aware of and reframe your emotions so’s you can make them pull your cart rather than sit on your head.
AAAAAAAAAALL of that to say, I thought this book was going to be Just Another, but there ended up being some interesting tidbits. If you can get past chapter titles like Win Factor #4 and Win Factor #8, this book might actually help you poke your brain into better brain-shape. Goodness knows we all could use shapelier brains.
Eight caterpillars for the info, six for sometimes talking to me like I’m dumb, seven on the average.