Counting to 10

Hey guys, have you been counting to 10? Do you want to know a powerful secret my Dad taught me?

My Dad was the guy with a cliche for everything. Counting to 10 was just one of them.

I was a fearful yet fiesty teen. There were reasons. School wasn’t safe. Being the baby, the closest would tease me mercilessly.  And while I hated it at the time, Dad would say just as I before I was about to lose it and burst into hysterical tears:  Count to 10…..Dad was smart. He was reading me the whole time. I wrongly believed he just didn’t want the tears, but maybe … just maybe he knew he was teaching me what it took him 40 years to figure out.
Count to 10! We can make some crazy decisions, burst out words in fear that serve no one.  But if we just SLOW down, count to 10 and THINK… we might change everything.

Today I started listening to Impact Theory. I’m so grateful to a friend for recommending this show. It’s really good.
Mel Robbins speaks on the Impact Theory and I was blown away. . The gist is you count backwards and are commited to taking an action at 0. Something like 5-4-3-2-1-0 Blast off. Her whole brand is now about her 5 second rule. It’s such a great talk that I bought the book .

But Dad had some magic to his methods. He didn’t become the Executive VP of his business and mentor countless sales experts on a wish and a prayer. Dad had that magic ability to manage his mind. That’s where his count to 10 mantra came from. You can literally manage yourself and your emotions when you slow down and remember Harmony is the goal. Not winning. Harmony!

and when you count
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slowly and mindfully… your shift happens. You see it differently. The person trying to “get your goat” can’t. You win becuase they can’t poke the bear.

I knew my Dad really well. As we grew older, I took the time to talk with him. And Dad showed me how to be. All those times I’d be teased to tears by my brother paid off because in my mind, I choose to remember Dad’s sage words.  I think more fondly of Dad and those messages — not because it stopped the anguish I felt, but it helped me learn to manage my emotions. Maybe too well. But that’s another saga.

School itself was fun and easy for me.  I loved learning. I still do. That’s why I keep my mind sharp by reading and learning new things all the time. But school sucked. There were dangers lurking in the hallways. (ok dramatic, but if I was to tell you the stories, you’d see the drama anyway.) Adn those age old fears can return unbeknownst to me.  What Dad was doing was teaching me to heal my dragon.

I’ve been using this on social media a lot lately. There are too many trolls. Counting to 10 saves me much grief. Try it. Try it everywhere…

 

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