I feel pretty good today except for my misbehaving garage door. Except for the other thing. Except for my barber died. Except for the grayness of my beard. Except for.
I’m sorry. Qualifications are an excuse, an escape clause that I have used now and then, and a poor choice for progress.
I feel good today. Big breath. Let’s go.
John Popper (Blues Traveler, Duskray Troubadours) knows all about it. I can listen to any tune in their book and my readiness quotient spikes. Or a good walk or five cups of coffee. So yeah, the music method of encouragement seems like the quickest pep rally plan for me.
The trick is, there is no such thing as a qualified rally. Turn on the music.
Stand and walk.
Is cheap and so is talk.