How To Accomplish The Impossible

Very simple.

You attempt the thing you want to accomplish 243 times. By the time you get to attempt number 200, the end of the tunnel should be in sight.

I say this because I've gotten to the point where there are only a few yoga poses I can't do. I told my instructor the other day:

"I don't think there's anything you can throw at me I can't handle."

"Oh really."

"Yeah. You heard me. YOU HEARD ME."

"Uh, well... that's good!"

You know I've gotten good at something when the smack talk begins. I'm probably the only yoga student on earth that likes to talk shit to his instructor.

Anyway, I remember there were so many times that I thought to myself, "I will never be able to do this pose." I was convinced that it was impossible - that I had reached the limits of my body's strength and flexibility. But every single time, I was wrong.

If you saw me in my first class, you'd never believe what I can do now. I'm so flexible, that if I had a uterus, I'd be ready to start making babies. No drugs necessary. That's how open my hips are. I can throw up a handstand like it ain't no big thang now.

Which led me to the question today: how many classes did it take for me to achieve this level of mastery? I asked the person at the front counter, and he dutifully added up my tally in his head, and said:

"243 classes since April 2006."

"Sweet!"

"Excellent work, Rob."

You know, 243 times isn't even that much. If you attempted to do something impossible every day, it's not even a year.

My point is: most feats thought to be impossible wouldn't even take a year to accomplish.

I think entire lives could change with that small idea.