This kinda piggy backs from my "Hunt ready accuracy" thread response. I've got enough hippy left in my from my Grateful Dead touring days to just "feel it." I'm thankful for that, because if I engage my conscious brain as much as y'all are, this endeavor of shooting a primitive stick well would turn me into a babbling basket case.
I played college tennis and was ultra competitive with it from 8th grade until I quit my sophomore year of college to focus on more enlightening life experiences. I was playing like shid on a stick one match against a guy I had absolutely owned in junior tournaments...it was awful, and I had pretty much conceded that it just wasn't my day. On a change over, my 60 year old, pot-smoking, beer drinking, crazy like a fox coach pulled me over to the fence and proceeded to tell me some wild story about hooking up with a couple of "hot chicks" in his van at a concert back before I was born. I listened and kept waiting for him to tie this story into some Mr. Miagi-esque insight relative to turning around this ass-kicking I was receiving; the "ah-ha" moment never came. I asked him what the heck that had to do with the price of eggs in China, and he said, "Nothing! I've been eyeing that guy as we've been talking, and he is all kinds of curious about the great advice I've been giving you. Buckle down, and on the next change over, go up to him and complement him on how well he is serving and ask him as seriously as you can whether he breathes in or out when he tosses the ball up on his serve. You won't lose another game." And he walked off cackling.
We split the next two games, and I did what coach said at the next changeover. That dude proceeded to fall apart, and I might have lost two, maybe three points the rest of the match.
It was an amazing lesson. Coach had effectively removed my mind from how awful I was playing and trying to figure out what I could do to change it...and we got the other guy overthinking stuff...stuff that no-one thinks about at that level of play. Unfortunately, what we did to that guy is exactly what I do to myself whenever I try to concentrate too much on form when I'm shooting. I know I'd benefit from some serious shooting and form training, but when it comes to this aspect of archery, I'm a freaking mental midget. My best bet is to "clear the mechanism," do my best to not think about anything, and just focus on nothing but the spot I want to hit and let it just happen. Its like shooting a basketball for me; I can drain jumpers all day from any reasonable distance, but put me on the line for free throws...I might make 2 of 8 on a good day.
I don't know it is a blessing or a curse, but I'm too old to change now.