Yesterday, I answered a question from a reader who asked whether I believed what I wrote here. I said I do believe, and try to follow the principles, but that I had often failed and had many disappointments. As the day progressed, these failures came to my mind again, and I found myself dwelling on these negative experiences, surrendering to the pessimism.
By the end of work, I was discouraged. I did 
what anyone in that situation should do. I left work fifteen minutes early, (having worked through lunch, I felt justified), cranked up the radio, drove to the courts and played tennis for 90 minutes. I went to the library and shopping with a daughter, played with the other children until bedtime, worked for an hour, and came across this from Michael Jordan:
“I’ve missed more than 9,000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. Twenty-six times I’ve been trusted to take the game-winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.”
Then I had an unexpected call from a friend. Man, I feel terrific and was so eager for the sun to come up today.
