Life takes practice. Every aspect does. I'm with Brooke who will be welcoming in a new baby soon. She's practicing for childbirth - going over things in her mind, reading, talking with her husband-coach, sitting right, eating right, and on and on. She's practicing for the birth.

When I was a little girl one of my favorite things to do was play with my dollies. I rocked them, read to them, fed them. I was practicing to be a mommy.

I caught Azure more than once on this last short trip, outside on the tree-swing. I wondered where her thoughts were taking her. Was she practicing passing math? fixing Sierra's hair for a date? making Gage laugh? I know her mind had taken her someplace far and deep because most of the time I was watching her, she didn't see me.

Last month Sierra went skydiving. Although it was a tandem jump she still had to practice.

Life is like that - we practice everything before we perform it. Whether it's a quick rehearsal in our minds, or a steady rhythmic repeat of actions for days, nothing happens that we don't practice first. It makes me want to fill my mind and my actions with good things - good practice that will lead to a good life. I love this poem by James Allen from "As A Man Thinketh":
Mind is the master power that moulds and makes
And man is mind; and evermore he takes
The tool of thought, and shaping what he wills
Brings forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills
He thinks in secret and it comes to pass
Environment is but his looking glass
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