I’m a go-getter. I’m competitive.
I can’t help myself… it’s in my nature.
I’m also pretty athletic. I love team sports, yoga, martial arts, anything that challenges me and gets me moving.
But when I met my husband, I was introduced to a whole new ballgame. (No pun intended.) What was it? Golf.
I know, know…
You’re thinking… “why the hell should I care about golf?!” The answer is; you shouldn’t. You should care about challenging yourself.
I’ve played many sports, and I’m proud to say I’m pretty damn good at most of them. But when I met my husband, who’s a Golf Professional, I learned more about myself than I realized. And not just from our relationship. From the game he loves, and I learned.
He fit my clubs, got me the best equipment out there, even took me out on the course for private games and lessons. He taught me how to hold a club, how to swing, and the etiquette of the game.
I couldn’t do it. As hard as I tried, I was barely able to make contact with the ball. And when I did it? It sure as hell didn’t go where I wanted it to. For six months straight, I practiced. I took baskets full of hundreds of golf balls right to the driving range, thinking I can play _____ but I can’t do this?!
I’d stress myself out, angry and embarrassed at the fact that I had the best instructor in the area, my own partner, teaching and working with me… and I just couldn’t do it. I thought I must’ve been stupid if I couldn’t learn something so simple…
Then something amazing happened.
I stopped giving a shit.
I didn’t care anymore. I decided that instead of getting aggravated, building up that stress and throwing a mental fit about it, I’d just go out to have fun.
I stopped thinking, stopped judging myself and tensing up, and then… I’d just swing the club. And I hit the ball. Not only that, but it went almost exactly where I wanted it to. Within a few weeks, everything I’d learned but could not retain, came back to me.
And that’s when I realized something that changed my outlook and perception of my professional life.
I had prevented my success by telling myself I would fail.
No, I didn’t literally tell myself I would fail. But I thought it. Subconsciously, I began to believe that there would be no way I could possibly succeed. So I failed. Until I changed the way I thought.
Your thoughts, your words, and your attitude, have a strong effect on the outcome of a situation. There is no such thing as luck.
I gave up on judging myself and my athletic ability by my skill in one sport.
I stopped believing I couldn’t, and started thinking “how can I…?”
Once I applied this to my professional life, I felt a huge burden leave my body, mind, and spirit. If we believe we will fail, we cannot succeed. But when we refuse to allow ourselves to give up, we will, in some way or another, create success.