Do remember a time when you learned something new, something you really felt motivated to add to your life, not a school requirement?  Can you recall periods of discomfort, maybe even fear of making mistakes? Yet, you chose to continue.  Did you love practicing? Did you think about getting better or did you think about the pure love you felt when you were engaged in the pursuit?  I remember when I took tango lessons many years ago. I’d take every possible opportunity to practice my moves. I would find myself pivoting on the balls of my feet or walking backwards a couple steps while waiting for a train. Think about a time when you learned something new. How you would express your feelings about practicing to someone.