Did my mantra sticks this morning, and out came 'Try'.  

Try didn't thrill me as a mantra.  I pondered whether I should try for another mantra stick.  

Why not try?  Well, it seems so pedestrian.  It also appears contrary to my mood today.  Try is an encouraging word but I'm already at an encouraging place.  

Yet, thinking about it, well, in theory, I had cleared my mind and held the cup between my two hands and shook it.  Try came out.  So, the theory is, on some level, the universe or my all-knowing, omnipotent self said, "Heads up - try."  

So I pondered try.  Try as I might, little emerged.  Mostly what emerged were memories of my mother and father responding to my protests.  Often when I said, "I can't do it," they answered, "Try."  My tears didn't dissuade them.  I later used the same technique on people who worked for me when they protested that they couldn't do something.  

"Try."

That's where try fits into my life.  Try is the knee jerk response to the knee jerk belief that someone can't do something, or something can't be done.  Why be so negative?  Why be so certain it can't be done?  To elaborate on try, you don't know until you try.

But why did try come up today?  I'm always striving and trying, searching for balance, questing for improvements, working harder.....

Come to think of it, try was actually my unspoken mantra of yesterday at work.  I'd been anaylysing numbers from several disparate sources, panning for connections and causality within the array of spreadsheets, terms and numbers.  The connections I'd suspected weren't showing up.  So I kept trying to understand what it was I was missing, pulling out notebook and pen and scribbling down insights, walking around talking to myself, and staring out windows at pouring rain, bemused that this is what I'm paid to do, walk around and think.  Eventually, through trying in all those guises, the insights arrived.  

So maybe today's cosmic energies are residual from yesterday's intellectual energies.  

Nah, that can't be it.