When I was 12 years old, I bought a beat-up old electric guitar for 50 dollars.
I didn’t know how to play the guitar, but I wanted to be a guitarist. I decided that once I got one I could teach myself.
So I started.
I was terrible at it, but I was determined to get better, so I practised.
Little by little, I started to improve, but it was hard. My fingers hurt. I spent lots of time feeling frustrated. My parents were sick of the sound of it.
But I had a special advantage.
Happy Friday
I’m still in Portugal working on the 2nd edition of CLARITY. I talk a lot in the book about the inside-out understanding, so one of the things I’ve decided to do in the new edition is define “inside” and “outside” as clearly as I can.
I’m still in Portugal, writing the 2nd edition of CLARITY: Clear Mind, better Performance, Bigger Results, and at the moment, I’m working on Chapter 18 – Penicillin for the Mind. It starts with this line:
“There’s nothing in this world that you can’t turn into heroin…”