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The Rebel Exercise: Are you sabotaging your own success?

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Most of us do everything we can to obstruct our own best laid plans, without even knowing it! Unless we change this, we’ll never achieve the success we deserve.

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Then come back here and post a comment and tell me what you found.


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  1. Vi on June 9, 2008 9:38 pm

    Hi Lars,
    This was a nice exercise, but I really couldn’t focus and do it really concentrated. But that leads me to the thought that it want to practise relaxing my mind and “putting the mind into the body”.

    Bye
    Vi

  2. Rua on June 20, 2008 2:03 am

    Lars

    I found this exercise very difficult. I could not hold the sensations for any period of time.
    I will try this exercise again another night and see if i can hold the feelings for longer.
    Thanks though and keep it up.

    Rua

  3. Giancarlo on June 22, 2008 2:35 pm

    Interesting… As opposed to the previous exercises, which were based on “positive thinking”, this one explores an “anti-pattern”… I would call it: “the inner rebel”… I think it applies to teams were creativity plays an important role, for instance: software design… another example of teams: families.

  4. Touey on February 23, 2009 11:16 am

    I’m too old to figure out when I first started anything, but I did focus on a time when I was 11, visiting in California. My parents insisted that I wear my hair in pigtails with puffy pom-poms on them. I was horrified. I wanted long wavy, free hippie hair that I could sit on.

    So much time has passed that I can no longer feel the sensations of the day. I just remember the fact of my anger. It may have been one of the angriest moments of my life.

    As I thought about it, I did get a twinge or two in my belly. Also, I felt pigtails in my hair. I couldn’t feel my hair hanging the way I wanted it. I could feel cold air on the back of my neck where the pigtails parted. (It was a hot summer day then, though.)

    The girl needed to be acknowledged, heard, understood, hugged. She wondered where I had been all these decades while she was sitting there alone in California, stuck in pigtails.