Are You Rich?

Written by Staci Stallings


Are you rich?

Stop. Think about that question for a moment, and answer it honestly. Let it wind down through your head, past your heart and into your soul. Put it into first person.

Am I rich? Ask, and wait forrepparttar answer. It’s important to get an answer because your whole life is currently being controlled by that answer. Everything you do is colored by it. Every single facet of your life is shaped by it in some way.

In this life there are four answers, and each answer shapesrepparttar 123110 reality ofrepparttar 123111 person answering in ways they may not even be aware of.

The first group says, “Of course I’m rich. Look at allrepparttar 123112 money I have.” And then they go home to empty houses filled with allrepparttar 123113 finest things in life but devoid of anything even nearly approximating love. These arerepparttar 123114 people who are lost but don’t know it, or who can’t face how barren their lives really are.

The second group says, “I’m not rich. Look around. I can hardly pay my bills each month. I have no savings, my car just broke down, and I have no idea how I’m ever going to send my kids to college.” These people hold “poverty” up like a badge of honor when in reality, their focus onrepparttar 123115 bad keeps them in perpetual bad without any hope of getting torepparttar 123116 good in life.

The third group says, “No, I’m not rich because even if I have a lot now, something terrible could happen tomorrow, and then where would I be?” These arerepparttar 123117 people who are just waiting for bad to happen. They can’t enjoy what they do have for fear ofrepparttar 123118 future. So, no matter how much they have now, fear is their dominant emotional state, and it effectively negates any positive feelings making them perpetually feel “poor”—effectively keeping them in bad.

And then there isrepparttar 123119 fourth group.

The first time I read this question, my resounding answer allrepparttar 123120 way torepparttar 123121 bottom of my spirit was, “Yes, of course I’m rich!” However, it wasn’t until a few minutes later that I really thought aboutrepparttar 123122 question in terms of money. I simply looked out to where my children were playing as I sat onrepparttar 123123 steps of my home waiting for my husband to come home, and I said, “Yes.” How, in that context, could I answer anything but yes?

Life, however, is not nearly as logical as it sometimes seems. A few days later I askedrepparttar 123124 question of someone in exactlyrepparttar 123125 same situation, and that person’s immediate and resounding response was, “No!” I was astounded. How couldrepparttar 123126 two of us in as close torepparttar 123127 same boat as two people can get respond so differently?

The more I reflected on that paradox,repparttar 123128 more I learned about how and why I relate to my worldrepparttar 123129 way I do. When I was younger, a friend told me, “You know, you are so lucky. Everything always works out for you.” Atrepparttar 123130 time I said, “Yeah, and I work darn hard to make sure it does.”

In light of this new question, however, I can see why things work out for me—because I believe that they will and I focus all my energy toward that end. Then, even when they don’t work out like I planned, I see that how they worked out was even better than what I had planned or at least exactlyrepparttar 123131 way they were supposed to work out for my continued growth. A circumstance which causes me to feel even richer than before.

World-renown motivational speaker Anthony Robbins has an exercise where first you “hope” something will work out. He says that when you hope, you see two possibilities:repparttar 123132 thing working out, andrepparttar 123133 thing not working out. Then he invites you to “expect” that something will work out. Expecting focuses all of your attention, all of your energy, onrepparttar 123134 goal being accomplished with no thought to it not working out. When you expect consistently, your goals, your dreams, and your plans have no choice but to come into being because your thoughts create your reality.

I’ll Win It For You

Written by Staci Stallings


The game was tight. Archrivals had faced off for three and a half periods in a seesaw battle that was going down torepparttar wire. Asrepparttar 123109 clock ticked down,repparttar 123110 two sides tradedrepparttar 123111 lead back and forth. Neither could be assured of victory because withrepparttar 123112 game so close, anything could happen.

Fromrepparttar 123113 sideline,repparttar 123114 coach watched his team getting more and more apprehensive asrepparttar 123115 seconds ticked away. They were missing shots they never missed. They were missing opportunities they didn’t miss. Even their body language said, “This is bad. We might lose this one.”

With less than a minute left,repparttar 123116 coach called a time out. Now he knew that every girl on that court had been overrepparttar 123117 plays a million times. They didn’t need elaborate help to set up a play for a last second win. They needed to calm down and playrepparttar 123118 way they knew how to play. So when they bent into that huddle,repparttar 123119 coach told them something more than a little unconventional. “Go out there. Playrepparttar 123120 game. Have fun. Do your best, and I’ll win it for you.”

No pressure instructions. No you have to win this or we lose to our rivals. No anxiety-inducing strategy. Simply, “Go play, and I’ll win it for you.”

To my way of thinking, that was an audacious statement because in reality, it wouldn’t berepparttar 123121 coach takingrepparttar 123122 shot that would win or loserepparttar 123123 game. He would be standing onrepparttar 123124 sideline with no direct control whatsoever. However, this coach knew something aboutrepparttar 123125 training these girls had been through, and he knew without a doubt they could do it. The problem was they didn’t know they could do it, and so, he let them rely not on themselves forrepparttar 123126 win but on him.

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