Gimmie an "F"

I had a great discussion with one of my clients today. It was a discussion about fear. He lives with more fear than I think most people live with but we all have a certain level of fear that we deal with.

A super acronym that Tony Robbins and Jack Canfield use with fear is

False (or Fantasized)
Experiences
Appearing
Real

Think about that, and think about the last time you were fearful. What were the facts of the situation? If we look at the facts instead of the fear how does that change the situation? How does that change how you are able to cope with or handle the situation?

Some people, including my client, invent ways to scare themselves (even more) when they are scared to go for / ask for what they want. They scare themselves by imagining all sorts of “fantasized experiences that appear real” and then they don’t actually go for or ask for what they want. They don’t ask for a raise, they don’t leave a job they don’t like, they don’t delegate, they don’t ask someone out, they don’t, they don’t, they don’t.

How have they limited themselves? And why?

What could your life be like if, when you became fearful you acknowledged it and then looked at the facts instead? If you looked at the potential good outcomes and potential not so good outcomes from a less emotional point of view? How do you think that would feel? I can tell you ... it will be GREAT!!!!!

Have a terrific day!

Ella

PS Dorian update: I hired Little John to take me to our regular vet today. She actually laughed at the Cushing’s Diagnosis. It is a bacterial infection like I found online with my original research.

PPS For the life of me I can't get the formatting right today!

We Have Dorian Grey Living In OUR House! Really!

An interesting and productive few days!

Recently Dorian (our impossibly old, old dog) started losing his hair and his skin started turning black. I didn’t think much of it at first because he is fricking OLD, I mean really, really old! I just thought that this might be one of those things that happens to old dogs. It wasn’t until he started to lose a bunch of hair on his back that I thought that it might be something else.

Now you have to understand that Dorian can’t really get into the car by himself anymore and I can’t lift him (even though he is thin as a rail he still weighs 75lbs) so getting him to the vet is a bit of a challenge. So last night we took him to an after-hours vet clinic (they are open from 6pm until 8am) and spent 4 hours there getting Dorian prodded, checked, shaved, and other various indignities performed on him. We came away from that with a potential diagnosis of Cushing’s Disease. Which is pretty good considering. Considering the fact that at 14 1/3 and somehow his body has decided to “get” a disease that produces extra cortisone that is exactly what he needs to fight his arthritis pain.

And this isn’t the first time that Dorian has pulled off some sort of weird healing thing. This summer he had multiple strokes, he couldn’t walk, he was rarely aware of things, we were ready to put him out of his misery and he RECOVERED. He waited until the last day … but he recovered. And he didn’t just recover, he was better than before! And this wasn’t the first time for him. Every time we think that “this is the end” he proves us wrong.

What a good dog!

Have a terrific day and I will see you tomorrow ... promise :)

Ella