I've been having some terrible first-flight-of-the-day experiences lately.
This morning after I started up the plane, on my way out to the handle, between one footfall and the next, I thought "hey!". The rest of the trip out was made slower, with some deep breathing and what the touchy-feely-new age types call "centering". Then I picked up the handle, closed my eyes, took some deep breaths, LOOKED at the plane, pulled the stooge cord.
And put in nearly the best flight I've ever done. It wasn't my best flight today, but that just means that I did even better than good on the other ones.
So I guess that my flying has been lacking in enough eye-on-the-ball-ness.