A guy told me last week he knew exactly what business to start. Had the idea, had clients ready, had the whole thing planned. Couldn't move. Not for a month. For over a year.

When I asked what happens when he tries to start, he described something I recognized from my own life. His mind runs every possible version of what could go wrong before he takes a single step. By the time the simulation finishes, the energy to actually begin is gone. And doing nothing feels like relief instead of failure.

I've been thinking about that because I did the same thing for twenty years on a rugby pitch. I was at my best when everything moved too fast for my brain to interfere. The moment I learned enough to predict what would happen next, the predictions killed the thing that made me good. I spent years wondering why I couldn't play the way I used to. The answer was embarrassingly simple.

I wrote about it this week. Including a part I haven't talked about before, about what I eventually did to get my game back and what it cost.

Before I Could Predict