“A practice is a discipline. It’s not just the work or the art, it’s the state of mind we occupy when we pursue the work or the art.
That’s what makes the idea of a practice great. That’s what makes it worth doing from now till our final breath.
Can we aspire without ego? Can we work like hell and let the work be its own reward? Can we detach our emotions from the outcome of our enterprise … and still pursue that enterprise with all our heart?
This is not an idle question.”
– Steven Pressfield, Writing Wednesdays 27/03/24
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“Batting practice is a practice. Writing every day is a practice. Learning to see is a practice. You’re never done, and you’re never sure. We have unlimited reasons to hide our work and only one reason to share it: to be of service.”
– Seth Godin, The Practice
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Today, again, I write words on a screen.
I add some more. Soon, when I have enough, I will read them and remove those that are unnecessary, reassembling the remainder to best fit my vision.
It’s quite simple really.
No one has sat me down to give me instruction in the ancient art of blog writing.
I am an autodidact: I learn from reading my own words. I teach myself how to write by… writing.
I learn haphazardly: progress looks like a zigzag. But a zigzag always progresses. Impossible for it not to.
Practice doesn’t make perfect. Practice makes imperfect. But imperfect makes something.
I’m in the habit of making something up.
My life would be emptier without this trail of words left behind.
