My friend cackled as I lay on the ground, frozen. My shoulder ached. I was losing our game of ice basketball. Badly.
Don’t feel bad for me, though. I deserved the agony. In frustration, I’d just thrown my 170 lb, 5’10” frame into his 225 lb, 6’2″ one—pebble bouncing off a brick wall. I was fortunate not to have snapped my collarbone.
I thought, “Is this what Yoda meant when he said, ‘There is no try.’?”
Yet, don’t we want to follow Theodore Roosevelt into “the arena”?
I’ve read that to achieve, to build habits, to find that elusive flow state that helps us do great things, I need to push. Hard. Perhaps this is what often makes trying so tricky. “Success” comes from a process that should be just outside of reason.
Maybe even painful.
Too far, though, and the process becomes useless — like throwing a pebble against a brick wall.
Sorry, Yoda, there is try.