How to Scare Bruce Lee and Get Awesome at Stuff

Bruce is smiling because he knows a fun little trick.

Bruce is smiling because he knows a fun little trick.

I remember looking at the non-alphabetized letters on the keyboard and being amazed that people knew how to type fast.

I was a little kid, and an older kid named Justin was watching me and some friends at one of their homes while our parents went out. The family had a computer even though not everyone had personal computers back then.

Justin said he knew all the keys. We didn’t believe him.

We blindfolded him at the desk chair and then yelled out random letters, totally mesmerized as he always found the correct key.

Amazing! How’s he doing that!?

When I was little, I was afraid of the deep ends of swimming pools because when I was 3 some little shit pushed me into a public pool and I sank to the bottom until the lifeguard and my mother pulled me out, but not before I was thoroughly terrified. I was probably 9 before I was confident and comfortable jumping into the deep end of a pool. And now? I’m no Michael Phelps, but I’m a competent, capable swimmer and enjoy it very much. Even in deep water like the Gulf of Mexico where I foolishly often swam alone upon first moving near a Florida beach after college.

I remember not being able to ride a bike.

I remember not being able to tie shoes.

I remember reading or hearing words I didn’t understand.

When I was 7 in 1986, I wrote a letter to Santa, and it looked like this:

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That’s how shitty I was at writing (and drawing reindeer). I found it in my baby book, along with this turd from the following Christmas:

“Dear. Saint Nick,

Please tell the Reindeer I said hi please give me some Ghostbusters and some Ghost

Please give me the Ecto 1 and Headquarters

Turn Over!”

*turns paper over*

“Hope you like the cupcake! Please Write Back!”

And then I drew Santa a crappy picture of himself with a black ink pen. He had just one boot on and a bunch of stars surround his face. It’s a terrible drawing and makes no sense. It’s because I was little.

I’m marginally better at picture-drawing now.

Today, I’m the fastest typist I know. I’m a fine swimmer, I don’t fall down on bikes, I tie my shoes with the best of them, and my vocabulary is well above average.

Some of these things I practiced because they were taught in school or because all my friends were doing them.

In no instance did I set out to achieve mastery.

It just happened.

Because that’s always the net result of doing something over and over again. (Except golf. That would appear to be a notable exception to this rule.)

Enter the Dragon

Bruce Lee, the most famous and one of the most accomplished marital artists in history, said: “I don’t fear the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks. I fear the man who practiced one kick 10,000 times.”

Lee was smart. He knew that anyone who does something 10,000 times becomes skilled at that thing.

Something about it resonated with me.

Probably because I’m the kind of person who likes to do lots of different things. I have many interests and am pretty good at a bunch of stuff but not particularly great at any one thing.

It would be fun or rewarding to be GREAT at something.

If you were in a hurry, you could practice something (like a specific kick in Kung Fu) 500 times daily and hit that 10,000 number in just 20 days.

That’s just three weeks. That’s all. THREE WEEKS! To make Bruce Lee a tiny bit afraid of you.

Some of you are probably rolling your eyes. “THAT’S your point? Practice shit? Totally heard that one before, Matt. Thanks.”

I get it! I just think it’s really powerful to realize how great we are at all these random things (even if they’re super-simple like driving, or brushing teeth, or mowing grass, or making food, or whatever) simply by doing them many times. And I think it’s motivating to realize we could get REALLY good at something in three short weeks if we committed to becoming so.

I think sometimes we feel afraid. I’m almost always intimidated by learning how to do something new. It’s magnified when it’s in a strange environment while being watched by people I don’t know.

I’m STILL afraid (pretty much 100-percent of the time no matter how confident I feel five seconds beforehand) to introduce myself to a girl I don’t know at a party or bar or store or whatever.

Everyone has different fears. Usually irrational. But they’re real. And they hold us back from being as happy or successful or fun as we could be.

A lack of confidence is always the reason. When we don’t know how something is going to turn out, it scares us.

I was intimidated by this keyboard I’m using 20 years ago when I had no idea how I’d ever type accurately without looking at the keys. Now, I’m a typing badass.

I look down at my shoes. I used to slowly fumble around with the laces. Sometimes, I’d have to try a second or third time to get it right. But then I figured it out. And I’ve now tied shoes nearly every day for about 30 years. I’m a shoe-tying sensei. I’m amazing at it.

I can swim and ride bikes and I know so many words now because I read and write and talk so much.

Do something 10,000 times, and you’re not just playing. You’re winning.

What could we master with a few weeks or few months of repetitive practice?

I think if we can make Bruce Lee a tiny bit afraid of us, we can do pretty much anything.

I like typing fast.

And well-tied shoes.

(Thanks to my favorite writer James Altucher for inspiring this post.)

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23 thoughts on “How to Scare Bruce Lee and Get Awesome at Stuff

  1. jadedwildcat says:

    Another great post, you. Xx *hugs*
    One quick thing about the typing hehe… my mother was born and raised in Trinidad and trained to type in a lot of old-fashioned ways. One of the ways was to drape a sheet over the typist’s hands (and typewriter keys) so that they’d learn where all the letters were very fast. My mom, because of this, was one of the verrrryyyy few people at the time in her small town who could type lightning fast without ever once looking down at her hands.
    I learned this pretty well myself and have been typing all my life – and even today amidst a WORLD of avid texters and typists, I STILL sometimes frighten people with how quickly I type lolol

    “What’s that sound?? Like crazy violent raindrops drumming on the glass somewhere? Wait – it isn’t raining!…. Oh. It’s just Jade typing so fast with her long-ass nails -____-”

    Ehehehehehe!
    …. sorry.
    Reading that part of your post just made me think of all that =)

    Have a nice day, lovey! <3

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    • Matt says:

      Your anecdotes are always welcome here, Jade. Thanks for taking a minute to read to say hi. Hope you’re having a nice summer up there. Always good to hear from you!

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  2. zombiedrew2 says:

    can’t type…

    busy…

    practicing…

    kicks…

    Great post Matt.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. realophile says:

    i’m a musician. 10,000 tries later those bach suites still kick my butt. good news is: each little mastery inspires one more.

    practice away!

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    • Matt says:

      Okay. So it doesn’t apply to golf or Bach. I’m sure there are others. Like meteorology or folding fitted bed sheets.

      But yeah, I love the realization that when we do things repetitively, we’re capable of becoming exceptional at them.

      That doesn’t mean people need to pick up snowboarding, or needlepoint, or oil painting.

      It just means if we mindfully practice something — maybe something small, like baking cakes or keeping the house clean or staying in touch with people we love far away — we can get VERY good in a very short time.

      Exciting, really. Even if it’s something we sort of already know.

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  4. anitvan says:

    That letter to Santa. ADORABLE. :)

    Liked by 1 person

  5. sourgirlohio says:

    Well, I’ve never written a letter to a fictitious overweight man who supposedly breaks into your house every winter to leave you socks that look like the ones your mom buys you.

    But what you’re saying is…if I start now….and keep trying…eventually I will master the skill like you have?

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    • Matt says:

      Fictitious overweight man? Who breaks into your house!?!?

      A. He’s jolly and plump. It’s Mrs. Claus’ fault.
      B. He’s totally invited! No criminal activity, whatsoever.
      C. He doesn’t leave you socks! People hang stockings above the fireplace, traditionally, and they only look like socks your mom buys you if you’re AWESOME, because the classic look is plush red furriness like a Santa outfit, with very attractive white furry accents. About half my sock collection looks like that already.

      Now. All that said. Your overall point is right on.

      If you write 10,000 letters to Santa just like me, you’ll master it and receive kick-ass gifts during the holiday season. You should probably get started right away.

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      • sourgirlohio says:

        Thank you for the Xmas lesson, sir.

        I’m going to write him a letter right now inviting him over for Hanukkah. I think he’s going to be very excited when I tell him he can come in the front door and he doesn’t have to bring presents.

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        • Matt says:

          Hanukkah ends on Dec. 14 this year, giving him a solid week and a half to get his shit together before Christmas.

          I like your chances of getting him to accept the invite.

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  6. knace says:

    I love how even as a kid, your kindness and people skills were already apparent. Sweet. <3

    Liked by 1 person

  7. jgroeber says:

    I absolutely love this one. Perhaps that’s because it’s exactly where I am, a tiny bit lamenting the fears that have held me back, but also, gunning for the next opportunity to just get out there and do it. Tie, tie, tie, tie.
    Mostly I just think this is a witty, wonderful piece of writing. Bruce Lee, take that- hi-YAH!

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  8. Charming & inspiring post. Thanks for sharing. 😊

    Liked by 1 person

  9. KJ says:

    typing badass? Sounds cool. I want to become a typing badass. How do I become a typing badass? I’ve been typing since 2004 and I’m still not a typing badass

    Like

  10. mygeriamour says:

    Bruce Lee was The Man! “As you think, so shall you become”.

    Liked by 1 person

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