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The title to this piece may seem to fly in the face of street sense and even hard-thought wisdom, but allow me to elaborate.

For now, let’s set aside the “Master Your Mind” part of the equation.

Many guys, including those whom I consider to be among my most respected and well-loved friends, readily grasp that getting the girl cannot be had without stepping up. That is to say, they understand you can’t have something for nothing.  You want the princess?  Go become the prince.

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sunset sky waves

Life is a slippery, muddy hill.  If you don’t keep trudging up, you’ll keep sliding down.  As we age, we’re faced with crow’s feet, thinning lips, and forehead lines.  Exercise and diet can be a decent bulwark against this erosion, but the tide of time knows no surrender.

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The hardest part of writing, as fellow writers on here can attest, is actually parking your butt down and moving your hands across that keyboard.  Whenever I think too much about the grand plan, I get stultified. So I make a deal with myself to write for a short while, say 30 minutes or until my cup of coffee is finished, and I don’t worry about how much gets done or even how good it is.

I remember one road trip my family and I took when I was a young teenager.  I don’t remember if we were going to Hoover Dam or the Great Salt Lake, or some other unordinary landmark, but the drive was long.  Every so often, like whac-a-mole automatons, someone would pipe up and ask my Uncle Tim how much longer we had to go.  “We’ll get there when we get there,” he said, smiting one of us back into his hole of patience.  At some point, at some lonely gas station in the desert, we stopped talking about how much longer we had to go.  We began sharing jokes, stories, riddles–and we had a blast.

When we got to where we were going, we spent 30 or 40 minutes, no more, taking pictures before hopping back into the SUV.  As I said, to this day, I still don’t remember where we went exactly, but I do remember that rare car ride–when we had all surrendered to the journey.  And I came to realize later in life, that like writing a book, it’s the car ride itself that you need, not the disembarkation.

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four 4 leaf clover

It’s okay to be frustrated,
But don’t you despair.
It’s too late to give up when
You’re over halfway there.

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keyhole

As many of you know, I’ve been devoting most of my free time to the book. It has been a tremendous undertaking, not so much in physical as in mental effort. I have literally had to hijack my mind each day to get even 1 minute of writing done.

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