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It's at the end of the road that we most believe. I think it's because by then, we prove our worst fears untrue. We realize that we had it in us afterall: to stay the course and make success out of what seemed complete failure. In fact, maybe we had nothing to do with it: good genes, great support systems, something bigger than us...we were carried on the wings of victory: the great job, the great mate, family, friends, home, health, etc.

Regardless of how we won our past victories, the truth is that many of us doubt. We come up with very specific reasons why we think we'll fail. They seem like bankable truths, and yet we "hope against hope" that we will somehow get through. And in fact we put some effort into succeeding. We show up, we take actions, we half-heartedly believe. Notice how we "hope against" and what we're hoping against is itself. In fact, we've created our own inner oppositional forces, as if dealing with opposition from the outside of our primary efforts were too simple a task.

Admittedly, sometimes this internal opposition is entirely unconscious.

Identify the opposition today. What are you saying today, that's diametrically opposed to what you actually want to get done? Can you let that live completely outside you? Give that script to someone or something else and let them carry the responsibility to bring that up...if ever. Today, you're focused on only what you DO want to manifest. Doubt can return tomorrow.

If you were without doubt today, what would you say to others, what attitude would you bring, and what would you do?

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