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It's the story about the steriotypical struggle of a slightly dense yet dashing, young college student and the day by day trials that come with being a slightly dense yet dashing college student. Full of excitment, drama, and a hobo named Ernie. Each day new surprises that only such a tale can bring, tune in for new updates every week, or month....or whenever. So why am I now entering the wonderful world of blogging? I don't really have much to say. Im not overly opinionated, political minded or preachy. I'm just a big advocate for journal writing and keeping good memories in a place you can find them. Unfortunatly I'm also very lazy so I need to do it in a way that keeps my attention. I figure that telling my thoughts and experiences to the world every once in a while might just do the trick. That's all you need to know so don't expect too much from me, just enough.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Imperfect practice makes imperfect

      I commented in a post about practice making perfect even if it means practicing smashing your thumb with a hammer during construction projects. My dad and I spent all day yesterday finishing up a shed he wanted to build for the back yard so I had many opportunities to  hurt myself, but we survived and the shed turned out more than satisfactory. The practice wasn't intentional as I'm not a masochist but to my dismay I did see myself improving over time until my thumb was very unhappy with me. It still isn't happy.
      The thought that occurred to me during this project was how most of the time practicing doesn't have to be constructive or even intentional. In fact  time=practice  period. every moment of every day we are practicing something  whether it's exercising, conversing or even just being lazy. Even practices of omission are still practicing something. The more we do anything the more it becomes a part of us and the more we avoid doing something the more we lose that ability and dedicate our time to something else. All time lived goes toward something and whether or not we find contentment with ourselves at the end of the day depends on if we like what we did with our time.
      It is not surprising that we are warned not to waste time but to carefully manage and make the most of it. The happiest people are busy people, not just busy but busy with things that improve who they are. When it comes to my vices idleness is a beast. Why am I so good at finding distractions for myself?  Because I've had a lot of practice. Do I feel content with my talent? Not really. Some practice is great, some it alright and some is completely detrimental. Just ask my thumb.
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