At the Millionaire Mind Intensive seminar last year, I took what was at the time a rather suicidal plunge into the final activity: breaking an arrow using only your neck. (It’s not quite as scary as it sounds.)
The idea of the exercise was to use the arrow as a metaphor for a held “limiting belief” – when the arrow was broken, the limiting belief would be shattered. Each person who took part wrote down their limiting belief on the arrow before starting.
I hinted at this exercise in my Insight #3, where I mentioned the lesson of hesitation being painful; that one has to take the chance and do something before it’s too late. The key to the arrow-breaking exercise was to move quickly into the arrow, so that the person would not feel pain in their neck.
I didn’t die from the exercise, and although I moved slowly and hesitantly into the arrow, I managed to break it into two pieces and one splinter. What a rush.
But while others’ arrows splintered into several pieces, when I examined the pieces of my arrow, the words of the limiting belief I’d written on it had remained intact.
Those words were:
NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
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The bad news is I missed last night’s group meeting, and the weighing-in.
The truth is that I was feeling extremely low yesterday, following the events of the previous week, and all I wanted to do was bury myself in the ground and sleep. Only an hour or so before I was supposed to leave for the meeting, I took a longer nap than I’d wanted.
I think it was the best thing not to go this week, particularly because of what happened last week, even though it would have helped to see if I’d slipped up too much. When you’re in a depressive slump, the last thing you want is to be around people who have their lives running so perfectly that positive things just come to them with no effort.
It was one of those all-too-familiar times where I alternated between not wanting to talk to anyone, and desperately wanting someone to talk to but watching as they made their excuses for not being available.
Thankfully things are slightly better this morning, although I woke up at 8, having not been able to sleep until about 4 in the morning.
Ever since my weight loss has slowed down from an amazing 5 lbs/week to around 2 or 3 on average, my faith in the diet, my energy levels and my confidence has gone down with it. I’ve also felt my voice going, becoming more quiet and soft in recent weeks, which really doesn’t help at all. The serotone capsules don’t seem to be helping anymore, and I’m less enthusiastic about drinking four litres of water (though I do try).
The good news is that the issues surrounding the miserable weekend have been resolved… or at least, I think. Though it came to a resolution. I’m still rather pissed off about having my time wasted. Particularly because I’m stuck on a particular aspect of Foley: my pet project which has taken over from my novel writing.
I could have easily fallen into the trap of eating sushi again last night, and goodness knows I was hungry, having only had one shake and a bar. Fortunately for me, I didn’t succumb to the temptation.
Unfortunately, an attempt to make a mousse with two chocolate shake packs turned awry. I’d only managed a couple of mouthfuls before throwing it all away this morning.