Today, a story of how a seemingly trivial incident can drag you down for years.
Every 4-Man Intensive is unique, but one last year especially stands out.
This guy named Tim was up for his hot seat. For a little while it looked like we were going to head straight down the “marketing techniques” trail.
Then I asked him some question about why he was in the business he was in, and about his business partner – then stuff started pourin’ out. He was terrified his partner was gonna screw him.
Today I’d like to talk about some head trash I’ve had to clean out of my own brain. Very recently I got another Sozo session (I think this was my fifth one in 2 years) and something really interesting came up: Private Jets. I don’t know about you, but when somebody says “Private Jet” to me, my knee-jerk reaction is: … Read More
My own journey of purging my inner head trash (however much I’ve gotten rid of so far, anyway) took about 10 years. Let me give you a brief idea of what my head trash looked like when I was in high school:
I told you about Kevin and his financial sabotage, his addictions to sex and gambling.
I shared the story of me having this trigger with my son Cuyler, and most of it going away from a simple NLP session – re-wiring some of my software.
My dad had been a pastor and he’d counseled a lot of people and if you know the stuff a pastor knows, not much surprises you.
Nevertheless I was still in for some surprises.
Allow to tell you about my first experience of fixing my inner head trash…
In parts 1, 2 and 3 I told you about all the screwed-up-ness of Kevin, and me. I relayed the story I told to Kevin. And my own trip down the inner-head-trash rabbit hole.
Before all this happened I had no idea why I did certain things. “Why do I _________?” Fill in the blank:
In parts 1 and 2 I told you about Kevin: A guy who implements even simple marketing assignments with difficulty, not because they’re hard, not because he doesn’t ‘get it’, but because somehow his shame and inner ick get in the way.
He wrote me a candid email about his battles with gambling and porn addictions. He said,
Here’s part 2 of Kevin’s confessional….
After losing a couple hundred bucks gambling last night I left the casino feeling ashamed and depressed…
Some time ago, something I wrote in my newsletter triggered a client to treat my email box as a confessional booth.
(I wouldn’t necessarily encourage this today, as any such sins would be seen by my staff before it gets to me.) Anyway, here’s Kevin’s sordid tale: