I used to break-dance when I was a kid. We’d go out into the garage with a piece of cardboard and pretend like we knew what we were doing. Moving this way and that way, spinning on our heads and looking like a deformed ballerina on crack. It was so much fun and every once in a while I’ll break out a move from the old days.
Be reassured, it isn’t anything like this. How many things do we start and stop in life? And what does it take to get this good at something? What are you this passionate about?