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“I don’t visualize failure; I visualize success.”
Seattle Seahawks Quarterback Russell Wilson
I am quite skilled in visualizing failure, imaging the worst possible outcome. I can take any situation, dissect it, examine it, and see all the things that can possibly go wrong. Constantly, over and over again until my anxiety level is sky high and my negative thoughts consume me.
Focusing on the negative is my automatic defense mechanism, a way of preparing myself. And it can be a good thing until it is not. And lately it’s not. I am constantly stressed, overwhelmed, and anxious, always waiting and expecting the worst in all possible situations:
- A road trip would be fun, but what if we get a flat tire on the way?
- If I buy this, I’ll probably just end it returning it because something unexpected with come up.
- I can’t leave my job because I’ll lose everything.
But what if instead of failure, I visualize success:
- After the road trip, I am relaxed and recharged
- I will keep this thing, and use it to bless others
- Taking a leap will allow me to achieve success in another area
I am no longer bound by negativity, weighed down by anxiety.
My thoughts are free.
My potential is limitless.
I AM SOARING.
I LOVE the 80s!!
Video courtesy of YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5kisPBwZOM
There are dozens of words and euphemisms to describe those who are against us. People who view our failures and shortcomings as triumphs, who will stop at nothing to sabotage us. They are both known and unknown, big and small. And they matter because they keep us on our toes.
It may sound naïve (and maybe it is), but I don’t have any enemies. I don’t have any external enemies, but internally, I’ve got plenty. In fact, you could say I am my own WORST enemy. More than anyone else, I do an extraordinary job of sabotaging myself. No one else. Me. Myself. And I.
Don’t believe me? Let me show you how:
- Negative thoughts – “that looks really hard…..”
- Past experiences – “remember what happened the last time…..”
- Present circumstances – “you can’t (fill in the blank) because…..”
- Learned behaviors – “you are too (fill in the blank) to (fill in the blank)…..”
- Expectations of others/society – “you are a mom/wife/daughter/professional…..”
This is MY enemy.
This is all internal.
This is what I war with, day after day.
It paralyzes me, keeps me from moving forward or even getting started.
Who or what is YOUR biggest enemy?
The INCOMPARABLE Nina Simone
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Image courtesy of: Synonyms for Three-ring circus. (2016). Retrieved 2018, September 22, from https://thesaurus.plus/synonyms/three-ring_circus
I am struggling with this post. Really struggling. I think I know what to say, but not how to say it. My last post was January 8, 2018, but my last true (original) blog post was back in 2017, over a year ago! After such a protracted absence, an explanation is required.
So what happened? The short answer is A LOT. That seems like a cop out so I’ll clarify, and say life happened.
At the beginning of 2017, I got a promotion on my nine-to-five, I really BIG promotion which meant more responsibility which translates into an even bigger time commitment. BIG important title with a BIG important pay raise. Something had to go, so reading, writing, and blogging were all sacrificed.
And then the family stuff, some good, some not so good. The good – the really good, extraordinary in fact – is my oldest son graduating from high school and starting his first year of college. We are extremely proud of him, but it was no easy feat. As a child, my son idolized Peter Parker aka Spiderman (played by Toby Maguire). In one of the movies, a professor described Peter Parker as “brilliant but lazy.” This is my oldest son every day of the week and twice on Sunday. But he – rather we – made it. My son is happily ensconced in the hallowed halls of academia two hours away. And I miss him terribly.
The not so good involved major health crises with members of my family, all of which seemed to occur simultaneously. I was literally fielding calls and text messages while sitting at my big important job trying to decide which direction my car would travel. I was making life and death decisions, pondering whose bedside required the most immediate visit, and the level of survivor’s guilt I could stomach if I choose wrong. Dramatic yes, but I am not exaggerating. At all. Fortunately, everyone is on the mend, but the situation remains precarious, and I remain hyper-vigilant, just waiting for the next phone call.
In the midst of this three-ring circus, the cracks began to show. Like really, really show. And not just cracks.
Huge, gaping holes.
The weight became unbearable.
The foundation gave way.
I fell apart.
In reality, the old me fell away, and the real me started to emerge. I had to make some changes. Not just words, but real changes.
First, I cried. A LOT (still do, in fact!)
I started seeing a therapist.
I took a much-needed vacation.
I started journaling.
I rediscovered reading.
I returned to my writing.
kay returned to Kay Morris Writes.
I am pursuing my passion once again, rebuilding my foundation.
And it feels marvelous.
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