Blog #741: If Your Goals Keep Dying…Read This

When I consistently fail in going after a goal…
My brain knows why.

Not one reason.

Three.

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And every time…

I pause long enough to stare in the mirror and be brutally honest with myself…

The answers are there.
Written in invisible ink.

And once I stop making excuses…
They become visible.

They’re not complicated.
Just uncomfortable.

Here they are.

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#1. My Belief in My Goal is Shaky.

Because I know…

When I really, REALLY want something, rejection doesn’t shake me.
People’s words can’t derail me, and closed doors don’t convince me to quit.

Because when I truly want a goal, I find the leg strength to keep walking forward anyway.

I push.
I adjust.
I stay in the game.

But when my motivation starts leaking…

When I suddenly feel “too tired” and when my excuses start sounding intelligent…

I know it’s time for a serious gut check.

I have to ask myself:

“Do I really want this…or am I just farting around and wasting my days?”

That question matters.

Because weak desire creates weak action.

And weak action creates average lives.

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#2. I’ve Given Up My “Cue Ball” Status.

Because I know…

Momentum never shows up by accident.

It shows up because I create it.

Think of a pool table.

Nothing moves until the cue ball moves. The cue ball gets struck, and suddenly everything else starts shifting.

That’s life.

When I make the calls, send the emails, find the hidden doors, follow up again and again and again…

I become the cue ball.

Movement creates movement.

Action creates opportunity.

Momentum creates belief.

But if I stop acting, if I sit back waiting for life to magically improve…

My brain starts feeding me foolish nonsense like:

“Nothing is happening.”

Of course nothing is happening.

I stopped being the cue ball.

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#3. My Ax Has Become Dull.

Because I know…

To play life sharp, I have to stay sharp.

Hearing “no” dulls confidence.

Disappointment dulls belief.

Setbacks dull courage.

And if I’m not careful, little by little…

I become mentally dull.

Emotionally dull.

Spiritually dull.

That’s dangerous non-success territory.

So I sharpen my ax.

I exercise.

I read.

I write.

I protect my mindset.

I spend time with people who challenge me to rise higher.

And if I’m not sharpening myself…

I’m wasting my power.

My passion.

My life.

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So there you have it.

Three reasons Failure gets a chance to pretend he’s sometimes my best friend.

But he’s not.

He’s a lousy, go-nowhere friend.

And what I know that maybe he doesn’t know is this:

I’m smarter than him.

S.

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