Are YOU worthy?
Have you noticed that there are some people who, time after time, get within a hair’s breadth of what they really, really want only to have it slip through their fingers as they ‘come up to the finishing line’? And have you ever wondered why?
It can affect all aspects of life, too: Business, relationships, sport, everything.
Take the Canadian women’s ice hockey team getting into trouble at the weekend after their Olympic Gold medal win. They decided to celebrate: Quite right too, after all the effort they’d obviously invested and the fantastic result they achieved! High spirits and exuberance is totally understandable but was boozing away on the ice, on camera in front of any who wanted to watch such a good idea?

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Especially with one of their team members not being of Canada’s legal drinking age? There were rumours for a while that their medal was in doubt as a result. Somebody should have had the nous to say “Come on girls, let’s do this somewhere else…”
Then there’s the story of the salesman who would repeatedly be on the verge of signing a big contract. He’d do something like taking the straight laced, teetotal buyer out for a slap up meal followed by a visit to a strip club… and the order would disappear the following day…
We all know at least one person like this, don’t we, where we despair because we think: “But s/he was doing so well…”
One-offs are one thing – we all goof – and that’s often how we best learn a lesson. But making (more or less) the same mistake again and again and expecting a different outcome is, well, madness isn’t it?
Or is it a sign that somehow or other we don’t believe we’re worthy of that contract, ‘win’, personal relationship, experience, job, body shape that’s just within our grasp…?
Are we afraid that our mates won’t feel the same about us once we’ve achieved it? Are we worried about losing them? Moving from our comfort zone, where we know our way around, and going into unchartered waters?
What are your views and thoughts (in plain English – i.e. preferably no psychiatrist’s couch
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