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Musicians, like golfers, have to put their minds in the right place _ trusting, confident, enjoying the pressure, being in present. And so forth. Otherwise, no amount of practice or __ime management_ will make them better. The same is true in all professions: if you__e stuck in the Training Mindset, evaluating yourself, or thinking in the past or future, you will not perform up to your potential. You will waste a lot of time, be an inefficient performer, and likely assume you need to manage your time better. In reality you need to manage your thinking better.
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Musicians, like golfers, have to put their minds in the right place _ trusting, confident, enjoying the pressure, being in present. And so forth. Otherwise, no amount of practice or __ime management_ will make them better. The same is true in all professions: if you__e stuck in the Training Mindset, evaluating yourself, or thinking in the past or future, you will not perform up to your potential. You will waste a lot of time, be an inefficient performer, and likely assume you need to manage your time better. In reality you need to manage your thinking better.
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