There are days where it feels like my fingers have a mind of their own, surprising myself with perspectives I didn’t realize mere moments before hitting the keyboard. Other days, like today, I just don’t feel it. My writing feels forced. Yet, I continue.
Do you think elite athletes enjoy waking up before the sun to begin their practice? For them, peak moment results and associated rewards seem like good enough reasons to work so hard. But shallow in comparison to the true driving force. Being able to stand time still with no thought, just the perfect action of being at one with it all. Feeling the shot before they take it, already knowing the precise destination. Getting fully in “The Zone.” Allowing for “Where did that come from?” sentences to increase in frequency. Writing every morning, we have the search for this beautiful flow in common.
Many people think I’m lucky in life. I prefer to side with Roman philosopher Seneca when he said “Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.” Let’s bring your “luck” back today and begin a habit doing something that you love. Draw, paint, read, start yoga, mediate, write, do whatever works for you. With the first few days likely being easy, you’ll eventually hit an imaginary wall and want to stop. Most everyone does. Don’t create that regret. Instead, take a shot at love remembering golfing great Arnold Palmer’s words “The more I practice the luckier I get.”