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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