Turning Repetition into Expression

Lately I’ve been stuck on 720's. Same setup, same ramp, same fall. Over and over. It’s the kind of repetition that makes me question why I even do this. I catch myself looking forward to the day I finally land it, instead of appreciating the days I’m fighting for it.

Everyone says it’s about the journey, not the destination. But what if I actually look forward to the goal more than the work? What then?

I’ve been there a few times, wanting the outcome so bad that the process starts to feel like a barrier instead of the thing itself. I used to think that meant I didn’t love it enough. But maybe it’s not about loving the grind. Maybe it’s about designing it.

When I treat the process like an art form, everything shifts. I stop seeing training as a checklist and start seeing it as a canvas. Every crash, every small tweak, every micro win becomes a brush stroke.

When I’m working on a new trick, it’s rarely the trick itself that defines me. It’s the way I approach it. The way I dissect it, feel it, respect it, and still go back for more. That’s the art. The expression isn’t just in the final moment when the trick works. It’s in the way I get there.

It’s not about chasing perfection anymore. It’s about chasing honesty. About building something that looks and feels like me, even if it’s messy, even if it takes longer.

I can grind.

But I can also create.

And I think the real art is when those two finally become the same thing.

See ya next week...