I am an architect by training. I graduated with an ms in architecture back in 1971… 50 years ago. I ‘practiced’ architecture for about 50 thousand hours… My classmates who didn’t quit in 1988… ditto. I won competitions, an award of excellence… My 10 thousand hours plus ‘worked as predicted’… their: not so much.
But all in all, I got excellent in a profession that was a poor match for my personality: I am a words person and a thinker.
I don’t even waste a glance at building nowadays: obviously my heart isn’t into it.
I did want something… wasn’t sure what though… So when in 1988 I was unemployed I was ‘forced to look’ what would light that fire.
As I said I was unemployed, except for a gig I had for two or three days every month. It almost paid enough to survive, but not quite. I could not legally work as an architect, and I spent a lot of my time bemoaning my fate.
Even famed Landmark seminar leader found it easier to say: just go back home… than to suggest that I snap out of it, and look at life differently.
I was reminded of this while, right after I published today’s article about winning and being a winner, I felt a reader go to his familiar place: utter resignation.
How did I recognize it as that? It was easy. It is very familiar to me…
In fact, when I look, most people have, deep down, a self-image of a loser. When I ask Source how many, planet wide, the answer is a staggering 91%.
Why? Because humans are meaning making machines, and we attach a meaning to everything. Including making a mistake, not being chosen, not being praised… and the meaning we attach is ‘loser’…
Why? Loser is the translation (by the mind) of the sentences that have ‘ever’ or ‘never’ or ‘always’ embedded.
I am never going to get this right! I am always going to be stupid… etc.
Can a lot of success, a lot of winning change that? No. Once ‘loser’ takes residence in your muscle memory, it is there…