purposeful practice

My husband has, over the several days, taught himself to juggle. He promised the kids he would practice everyday, for 20 minutes, so that in two weeks, he’d be a real Juggler. He’s doing it.

He’s teaching them that you can at one moment know nothing about something, and with practice, and patience, and humility, and persistence, you can soon master something. (He taught himself Polish that way. Yeah, Polish.)

He’s teaching them that learning is… hard. And that there’s a tremendous pay-off at the end. 

He’s teaching me something too. Man. He’s a really good guy. You’re really lucky if you know him.