“Except in a very few matches, usually with world-class performers, there is a point in every match (and in some cases it’s right at the beginning) when the loser decides he’s going to lose. And after that, everything he does will be aimed at providing an explanation of why he will have lost. He may throw himself at the ball (so he will be able to say he’s done his best against a superior opponent). He may dispute calls (so he will be able to say he’s been robbed). He may swear at himself and throw his racket (so he can say it was apparent all along he wasn’t in top form). His energies go not into winning but into producing an explanation, an excuse, a justification for losing.”
― C. Terry Warner
At times we can be our own worst enemy.
Choosing to succumb to a twisted brand of “pretzel logic”, largely of our own design.
A calculated mindset that knowingly selects the thoughts, words and actions aimed solely at undermining a meaningful moment and the opportunity that comes with it.
A premeditated excusing of ourselves for the failure that is meant to follow.
Actually, excusing ourselves for an intentional defeat.
Think of the time, energy and emotion it takes to twist yourself into this level of self-directed illusion.
Perhaps it really isn’t so much the failing aspect of things as it is the achievement that we come to fear the most. Or rather, the heightened level of expectations that accompany success. Having to be that person that now does it all of the time, instead of that person that did it once before.
As Marianne Williamson once said; “Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.”
We grow accustomed to the friendly confines of our comfort level.
We can better “manage” our expectations and those that others place on us when we are in familiar territory.
After all, there is no stress in maintaining the status quo, right?
However, there are all sorts of potential, harmful side effects of aiming higher.
Such endeavors may result in actual achievement.
Leading to excellence.
Followed by, success.
Once that happens, “Katy; bar the door”.
A whole new set and level of expectations need to be created and – heaven forbid – maintained.
Then exceeded all over again.
That is no way to live.
Always at your best.
Without making excuses.
As someone other than your own worst enemy.