We were hanging out one Sunday afternoon in Gruene, Texas, meeting halfway between San Antonio and Austin. We each had a three year old and a baby with us. We hung out at the music hall, no band that early in the day. In the hall there were pool tables. Out back among the oak trees, there was a basketball hoop, standard height. We gradually wound up out there where the toddlers could run. They spotted a basketball and wanted to play. They could barely get their arms around the ball, but after awhile got the feel of throwing it in the air. Impossible for a three-year-old to make a shot into a ten-foot hoop, but they were throwing it up in the air granny style anyway, having a great time. Then the ball sank right in.

To be be like a three-year-old. Paint anyway. Shoot anyway. Try everything, especially when you don't know what the heck you're doing.