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Calculation is Miscalculation

Years ago, Timothy Gallwey wrote a book, “The Inner Game of Tennis,”  which is not about tennis but about the psychology of reaction.  In other words, if you swing at a tennis ball and miss, does that change who you are as a person?

Human beings have a tendency to internalize missing the ball with self esteem.  But rest assured, you don’t have to think that way.

Let’s say you are a very successful doctor, or nurse, or truck driver, or welder, or stay-at-home mom, that doesn’t mean that you can automatically pick up a golf club and compete in the PGA.

When you are really good at something, it can be from natural talent, but most of the time it is a result of a great deal of practice, determination, passion, and not quitting when things get difficult.

When you walk into your kitchen, or bathroom, or bedroom and flick on the light switch, do you calculate where that light switch is, or do you just automatically reach over and hit it.

When a tennis ball is coming at yuo, do you calculate the angle, speed and parabolic curve of hte approaching ball? Of course not, you just whack it, right?

This is true in life.  When you do something over and over and practice it until it becomes second nature, there is much less effort in succeeding.

This is a transitional thought process that says, “Instead of trying to make yourself succeed, ALLOW yourself to succeed!  Calculation is Miscalculation!

Preparation is a true friend that will allow you to experience rewarding results that flow from you like a breath of fresh air.

     

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

How do you see things?

Did you ever wonder if there was something you missed along the way in life? Like, wasn’t

it supposed to be easier? Or, if I only knew then what I know now, things would be different.

True, but let’ be realistic, it isn’t what happens to you in life that is so important, it’s what you do about it.

Tom was looking out the kitchen window and watching his seven year old daughter, Izzy, toss

up a base ball and try to hit it with her new baseball bat. Before she tossed tossed up the ball

she said, “I’m the greatest batter in the world,” and then she tossed up the ball and swung with

all she had in he. She missed the ball. Izzy, undaunted, picked up the ball and said, “I’m the

greatest batter in the world,” and then tossed the ball and swung again with all her effort.

She missed again. “Not to worry,” Izzy said, and then picked up the ball for the third time.

She got into her stance and said, “I’m the greatest batter in the world,” and tossed the ball

up and took a third and mighty swing, one for angles. She missed again. At this, Izzy began

to dance around and sang out, “Strike Three . . . .You’re out, And I’m the greatest pitcher in the world.”

Perception is reality.

 

 
 

 

 

 

Richard Ashland

Author of Sci-FI and Thriller Novels and Short Stories

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