Essays

It has long been my observation that there are two types of people in this world: Winners and Artists.  Winners, win. I don’t know how much of it is nature or nurture but they certainly seem to carry themselves with an air of confidence that is lacking amongst Artists.

What do I practice?  Is my practice focused on improving fundamentals? Or, what about learning how to shape the ball on command? Am I practicing so I can beat my brother over a ten dollar skins match? Do I ever practice for the vain—say, to have the prettiest looking

Resistance loves self-imposed goals that distract us from our work, especially once you start pursuing what your heart wants.  The anxiety, fear and confusion that come with artificial, hyper specific niches and deadlines is irresistible fodder for Resistance. It knows that once you go down the path of setting goals

Because I have to.  That’s the real reason.  There are other motivators of course, especially the dream of making money doing this—big money.  I can’t help myself from dreaming.  I see myself in my cozy home office, contemplating and thinking—pacing back and forth; turning thoughts into