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Day 20
While there are excuses, none will be given. I fucked up.
I learned this weekend that in order to become a master of nearly anything I need to invest 10000 hours toward that goal. Rough 4 hours a day for 10 years–weekends excepted.
Retrospectively this means I might be an expert of something I began to do in 1997. Since I haven’t continued to do anything I have begun to do that leaves me short an mastery. This means I will be unable to be a master of anything until 2017 and that I have to find four hours in the day. Fuck a duck!
Yes, a duck.
Let’s call the time between 8 in the evening and 11 two hours. No I have to find two more. I guess there is lunch and before work.
And then I have to pick something. Shit this gets harder and harder.
Though I should revel in the whole nearly anything stipulation and take that to mean the seriously, I can do anything. Not just the things I have traditionally thought I wanted to do. Buy a guitar and start picking. Steal a brush and start brushing. Put on a leotard and start dancing.
Somewhere in here is an article.