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It all started out the way you would expect. It was a beautiful summer day, and there was a pretty girl, and I was going for it. I was showing off out on the sparkling turquoise waters, going back and forth on a windsurf board that she knew, and I knew, that I had no business using to show off.
After hours out on the water, I started to make my way back to the wooden Turkish yacht the small group of us were on for the week. She came with her friend on the rowboat, and I lurched up from the water onto the boat. My eye aggressively discovered a rowing oar, and soon I was using a cold can of Coca Cola as an ice pack as we headed back to the yacht.
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I have a confession to make. I'm a goal raiser. Whenever I get close to achieving one goal, I get excited and raise it again. Goals motivate me a great deal, but it was years before I realized how many things were wrong with my approach.
Don't get me wrong, goals are amazing. They have the power to focus and motivate, driving us to greater heights. But if you're like me, sometimes the goal becomes so important that races in particular can become so high stakes that disaster follows. Part of it is cognitive distortions, but that's another article... |
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