the inner game of tennis is more about life than tennis

hi lil bees! happy holidays and merry x-mas to those who celebrate 🎄🎅

I know I said I wouldn’t be back till the new year, but in times of relaxation, creativity is sparking. So rather than restrict myself to a schedule to write, I’m just opening my Leuchtturm1917 to write down streams of consciousness as they pop into my head.

And multiple streams of thought have sparked from my recent trip to Barnes & Noble. I spotted The Inner Game of Tennis by W. Timothy Gallwey and knew I had to read it as a former tennis player.

Lucky me, I didn’t realize it received raving reviews, so to say I was giddy to read is an understatement. It’s not just a book for tennis players, it’s a book for learning how to learn.

You may be thinking, oh another self-improvement book. As someone who has read a lot of those books, I found this book takes on another voice.

It has a gentler tone. It doesn’t prescribe the type of life you need to live. It doesn’t force you to subscribe to one definition of success. It almost feels like a spiritual book without speaking once about religion.

And that’s when a few things clicked for me:

• how self-educating myself in the arts helped me trust my self 2 (and tell my self 1 to shut the f up)

• why I find most financial education is not effective today

• why you don’t need to know everything (the power of the word “let” vs. “should”)

Pieces to come soon but it’s the holidays. I’ll just leave you all with the following quote that starts the book

sending you all a lot of warm hugs over the holiday break, xxx.

until the next 🐝  and with 💛 ,

Sneha