A decade ago, I used to compete in Okinawan Karate.
Competitive karate is a roller coaster ride of glorious victories and bitter failure. There were days I found myself pummeled like a useless rag doll. And there were other days I scythed through opponents like an unstoppable juggernaut. Every punch broke through and every kick landed somewhere satisfyingly soft. (oooh how I loved that!) I would zip around the squared ring like Neo on steroids, launching a flurry of eye-blackening attacks with a detached sense of killer calm.
My team never ceased wondering how I can be a sluggard one day and a murderous one-man army the next.
“Joe,” Trish used to tell me, “How in the world do you get into the zone the way you do?? You were amazing- That guy never stood a chance.”
I’d shrug and say that destiny meant for me to win that day.
Today, I realized it’s all a matter of states.
States? What in the world is that?
Turn on the TV or listen to the radio and you’ll soon hear a popular self-help guru asserting how success “is all a state of mind” and exhorting that prosperity comes from...