I spent years in hotel rooms running through routines I already knew, convinced I was being disciplined. It took a framework from practice methodology research to show me I was being controlled by a bias I did not even know existed.
I used to believe that running through my existing repertoire every night was responsible practice. Then I realized I was not maintaining my skills -- I was hoarding them.
The two-to-one ratio is not a metaphor. It is a measurable feature of the human brain. And it explains why the most disciplined practice sessions can produce the least progress.
I was at my most creative when I had nothing to lose. The moment I built something worth protecting, a quiet conservatism crept in that I did not recognize until it had reshaped my entire approach.
Everything I instinctively did when I started practicing magic was wrong. Not slightly wrong. Systematically, predictably, almost perfectly wrong. And that pattern is not unique to me.
When I started looking at how most performers practice, I noticed something disturbing: everyone does essentially the same thing. And that sameness is not a coincidence. It is a cognitive bias with a name.
I spent six months perfecting a routine that never got more than polite applause. The thought of cutting it felt like throwing away all that work. That feeling has a name, and it is lying to you.
For two years, I was convinced my practice method was effective. I had evidence. Lots of evidence. The problem was that my brain had been curating that evidence without telling me.
Six months into learning card magic, I was certain I was good. Not just improving -- actually good. It took a single video recording in a Salzburg hotel room to show me I was trapped in the most dangerous cognitive bias a performer can have.
Ken Weber insists that performers must watch themselves on video at least five times before they believe what they see. I thought that was overkill until I discovered that every viewing peeled back a different layer of self-deception.
I spent months learning a technically demanding card routine when a far simpler effect would have gotten a stronger reaction. The bias toward complexity is one of the most common traps in magic, and it is rooted in the performer's ego, not the audience's needs.
I performed the same card routine for over a year, convinced it was my strongest piece. When I finally asked someone to tell me honestly, I discovered that familiarity had blinded me to something every audience member could see.
The best performers I have studied do not read psychology papers about cognitive bias. They have never heard of Dunning-Kruger or confirmation bias. And yet they avoid these traps consistently, through instincts they cannot explain.
Every time I considered adding a simple, direct effect to my set, a voice in my head said it was not enough. Not impressive enough. Not worthy of performance. That voice was a cognitive bias, and it was costing me the strongest reactions of my career.
I told myself I would have a polished thirty-minute show within a year. Three years later, I was still refining it. The planning fallacy does not just affect project timelines -- it fundamentally distorts how we think about mastery.
There were months where I sat in hotel rooms shuffling cards and saw no measurable improvement. Nothing felt different. Nothing looked different. And yet I kept going. Here is what I learned about the gap between effort and visible results.
Most people dread starting from zero. I was terrified of it. But the moment I stopped pretending I had a head start and accepted my total ignorance, everything about learning magic became clearer, faster, and strangely more enjoyable.
I spent years treating practice like medicine -- something that was good for me but not supposed to be enjoyable. Then I encountered a psychological theory that turned that assumption upside down and made me rethink the entire relationship between positive emotion and skill development.
A failed performance in Salzburg, a botched routine in front of colleagues, a product that almost didn't ship. Every one of those red lights eventually turned green. I just couldn't see it at the time.
Colleagues who smirked. Friends who raised eyebrows. A business partner who flat-out told me I was wasting my talent on card tricks. They all stung at the time. They all turned out to be fuel.
Adam believed in me. My audiences believed in me. But none of it mattered until I stopped waiting for permission from outside and started granting it from within.
I thought grinding harder was the path to mastery. Then I read about Richard Feynman's breakthrough -- which came not from discipline, but from playing with physics in a cafeteria -- and realized I had the formula backwards.
I used to think practice energy came from willpower. It does not. It comes from three specific sources -- and once I understood them, my worst sessions became better than my old best ones.
Nobody told me that genuine competence would take years, not months. When I finally accepted the real timeline, everything about how I practiced, planned, and measured progress changed.
Two to four years gets you competent. But the performers who take your breath away have been at it for a decade or more. Understanding the difference between competence and mastery changed what I am building toward.
Nobody handed me a certificate that said I was allowed to call myself a performer. I had to earn it the old-fashioned way -- by walking into rooms where I could fail, and finding out what I was made of.
Co-founding a magic company gave me a title, a business, and a reason to perform. But the real transformation -- the one that changed who I am, not just what I do -- happened alone in hotel rooms with a deck of cards.
I never set out to teach anyone anything about magic. But the moment I started sharing what I had learned with someone else, something shifted -- not in them, but in me.
I invited Adam Wilber to speak at an event I was hosting in London. I expected a good keynote. What I got was a creative partnership that fundamentally changed the trajectory of my magic and my life.
Everyone talks about the ten-thousand-hour rule. Nobody talks about what the hours actually feel like. Here is the truth: most of them are boring, some of them are miserable, a few of them are transcendent, and all of them matter.
I used to walk on stage as the nervous version of myself -- the one who was worried about the next move, the next line, the next moment. It took a deliberate mental shift to learn how to leave that person backstage and let someone better take his place.
The first time someone told me I looked natural on stage, I almost laughed. They had no idea how many hours of deliberate, painstaking, deeply unnatural work went into looking like I was not trying.
I had a routine that was flawless in my hotel room. Every move was clean, every line was polished, every beat was timed perfectly. Then I performed it for twelve people at a dinner party, and it was like I had never practiced it at all.
I can trace my biggest leaps in performance ability not to books I read, videos I watched, or hours I logged in practice. I can trace them to the moments I stood in front of people I had never met and tried to create something extraordinary.
I kept a card routine in my set for eighteen months because I was convinced it would eventually work. It never did. The problem was not the routine. The problem was that I did not understand there are three choices when something is not working, and I was stuck on the wrong one.
There was a period when I thought my show was good enough. The audiences were happy, the feedback was positive, the bookings were coming in. I was wrong. 'Good enough' was the most dangerous place I had ever been.
For the first two years of performing, I was obsessed with learning new material. My collection of effects grew constantly. What I did not understand was that the size of my repertoire was inversely proportional to the quality of my performances.
The show I almost phoned in at a small corporate dinner in Klagenfurt turned out to be the one that led to the biggest opportunity of the following year. I got lucky. The lesson I took from it is that luck should never be required.
I have performed my core set hundreds of times. I know every word, every pause, every beat. And I am still looking for the next improvement. Not because the set is broken. Because the search itself is the thing that keeps the work alive.
If I could go back to the night it all started -- a hotel room, a new deck of cards, and a laptop open to a tutorial -- here is what I wish I had known. Not about magic. About the journey that was about to begin.