4AM.
Never a good time, but the best time for doubt. In the middle of the night, the barely active mind can sift through the unconscious and dredge up a thousand excuses for failure, details that might go wrong, regrets for things done or left undone, worries about the future or dreams that may never happen.
It is a time to glance over at the clock, and groan. There is almost nothing good about 4AM.
Except.
Sometimes in the midst of the miasma of self examination, an insight can be had.
Sometimes a pattern can be discerned through the fog of semi-consciousness. Sometimes a eureka moment can pierce through the gloom, a pinpoint of light from off in the distance.
Of course. It is so simple. So obvious. The word doubt itself.
It is an anagram.
Rearrange the letters.
DO BUT.
Doubt is doing, but doing at half speed. Not being fully engaged. Looking while leaping. Being a spectator in your own scene. Letting fear rule. Stopping nature but added a comma where there should be a full stop. Second guessing. Thinking about the past instead of the present. Doubt, is doing, but with an unnecessary addendum.
Doubt is doomed to failure.
Want to know what a champion thinks of doubt? Martina Navratilova, when asked what made a champion, said total commitment. Prompted to clarify, she said, it's like with ham and eggs. The chicken is involved, but the pig is committed. Undoubtedly. Totally. Unequivocally. No but.
That is why Nike uses as its slogan Just do it. Do without asking why. Get to the point where you trust yourself totally, where your mind, heart, body and soul meld into one, where you strip off the But from Do, leaving the essence of your being.
Forget the voice inside your head at 4AM, and get some rest for a new day.
Don't doubt. Do.
Sunday, 27 December 2009
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Hi Eric. This is Lee the shmeisser at the Spa loved your blog. I am writing on this board as I think its bad manners to respond to a blog with observations that are effectively about the person. A couple of tiny corrections The Schmeisse spelling is correct in the original yiddish. However ( trust me this has been debated as if it was a code word for unlocking kabbala secrets.when translated into English you drop the c and because I am the only registered Shmeisser thats what I did. The area out side the steam room is just that, it does not have a descriptive name the shmeisse is what happens with the brush. the confusion is brought about due to the management refusal to call or allow me to use the word massage. So even though my licence hanging behind the receptionist clearly says Westminster Shmeisse Massage. and that Mr Watkiss our soon to be promoted manager (this week) has in his drawer approval from my insurance and from my trade body to call my treatment massage he refuses . So it should be read as Chair massage followed by Shmeisse massage. Hope to see you soon be well and I am pleased you and Tobby enjoyed. ps I LOST YOUR NUMBER FROM MY MOBILE
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