When my son Lewis was in early grade school, I thought he’d never be able to settle down to anything because he was good in so many areas. He wanted to play the cello and the piano, build shelves and tables, study microbiology, invent things, do math, read, draw, and write. Later on he developed a serious interest in metalworking and photography.
It was impossible for him to do it all, and in dismay I watched his cello playing and writing slip far down the list to make way for the design-and-building activities his mechanical mind needed. I had to let go of my expectation that he would practice the cello and write every day because I finally realized that I shouldn’t work against whatever was calling him the loudest.
That letting-go turned out to be the key to the focus he eventually achieved.