Overcoming Self-Limiting Beliefs
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Unfortunately, it often worked. Yet it also often yielded awkward, embarrassing, and stressful Saturday mornings when my mom would find me passed out on the stairs or getting sick in the bathroom. Things were not going according to her plan.
In fact, that was her worst nightmare, Im surethat I would end up drinking like my dad. Fortunately, I reined that stupidity in over the years. This allowed my mom to focus on her next nightmare for me, that I would end up working in a factory. You see, when I was 23, and just finishing up a relatively useless degree in Kinesiology, a young man went to work on the factory floor of FAG Bearings, the unfortunately named company where my mother worked as a secretary for 27 years.
That young mans background: A degree in Kinesiology.
This terrified my mother. She thought I would suffer the same fateresigned to making $12 an hour and always wondering if I was going to get laid off during down years. She was almost certain that I had wasted four years and tens of thousands of dollars getting a degree that would lead me back to the factory (where I had spent each summer earning the money that Id then waste on my degree).
But that was her nightmare, and her nightmare only. I knew everything was going to workout just fine. Why? Because I knew.
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Found At: (Craig Ballantyne) http://internetindependence.com/my-moms-worst-nightmares