I'm not sure where the roll of duct tape landed when I flung it across the yard. Wait, let's go back to the beginning. No, that's too painful. Let's go back to the middle.
It's a good thing I'm persistent. If I weren't persistent, I wouldn't keep trying to make things work, even in the face of overwhelming evidence that the harder I try, the more spectacularly I fail.
It's a good thing I'm patient. If I weren't patient, every setback would make me question whether it's all worth it. Every time I fall short, I'd see it as a good enough reason not to take the next step, or try another way to make it all work.
It's a good think I'm flexible. If I weren't flexible, I wouldn't keep trying to think of new ways to attack the problem. I might let the first step in the wrong direction keep me from trying different approaches. I'd probably be so blinded by failure that I wouldn't consider the possibility of success.
It's a good thing I'm dedicated. My dedication to the task at hand is sometimes the only thing that keeps me from throwing up my hands and crying that it can't be done. If it must be done, it will be done, one way or another.
It's a good thing I'm good-humored about my own shortcomings. If I couldn't laugh at myself, I'd sink into a morass of despair so fast there'd soon be nothing left but my hat. And I don't wear a hat.
It's a good thing I'm confident. Oh, never mind. You already know better than that.