05/27/02
Breaking the Slump
Sometimes nothing makes sense; sometimes everything makes sense. At least this is what I’ve found as I’ve progressed in my education. In this respect, mental games are much like any other endeavor. I’ve had days — weeks even — when it’s seemed like pianos have played themselves under my fingers; I’ve also experienced periods during which I’m skeptical that my hands are actually connected to my brain. The same is true in sports. Streak; slump. Lucidity; confusion.
This essay has been published in Just Thinking: Volume I, 10/29/01–10/21/02 and is available in Confidence Place: The Timshel Arts Store.
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