When you learn to breathe, it becomes second nature.
When you learn to read it no longer requires effort.
When you learn to analyze everything that pervades your perception, there is no second thought.
When does it stop?
I was practicing a riff on my guitar. The most difficult riffs I've ever learned--in fact. While watching Toy Story in French.
Reasonably, playing a riff on my guitar might engage the part of my brain that is used to process audio transactions--rendering my hearing useless for Toy Story.
But I palm mute it.
I can only faintly hear the notes--as I practice the riff slowly.
Everything begins to feel right as my muscle-memory starts to develop; my motor muscles are kept busy as I watch the movie in French.
Before I know it--I'm playing the riff without having to think about it--I can concentrate on the movie while playing seamlessly through the silent notes.
It works.
If I can walk or run while watching a movie--why can't I play a riff?
If I can twiddle my thumbs or tap my foot against the carpet--why can't my fingers be trained in the same way--a collection of simple tasks to form picking and strumming?
I want to be efficient with my time.
I want to be good at everything.
Whatever.
I'm better than I was yesterday.
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