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Repetition

It's about doing the same things over and over. It's about going through areas you've already gone through before. It's about seeing the same people day after day. Repetition.

I am watching a football game as I write this. One of the things that coaches stress is about repetition. The quarterback drops back in the pocket time after time. He throws the ball downfield again and again. He's "taking reps".

The offensive linemen push forward on a run and drop back on a pass. They practice -- sometimes 'two a days' in the hot summer heat. Same thing goes for the defensive linemen. Practice makes perfect. Sharp as a knife.

You then start to think about the repetition of life. The sun rises, the seasons change... you keep doing the same things over and over. Drive to work, eat food, go home, watch TV, go to bed. Over and over. Repetition. Practice makes perfect? I am far from perfect.

How come the same repetition does not guarantee the same results. "The definition of stupidity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result". I believe it was Tony Robbins who said that. Why is this so?

I think it has to do with expectations. We expect that football players are going to practice to build muscle and to learn the moves they're expected to make on the field. When I get into a rut, I expect that my actions will help break me out of a rut. Does that make sense? No. I can't explain it... I'm finding it hard to break the pattern. It's difficult to step from tradition and things that you know, things that you're comfortable with but I'm going to try.

Except in a few areas. I'll keep you posted...

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