Help! I’m called to be an Entrepreneur!
Reframing a searing childhood memory. And it’s changing my life.
Adult me knew the event was authentic and benign. Cute and enjoyable even. Yet the searing pain of a crushing perceived failure still felt real.
Like a newspaper being scrunched up and thrown away it rushed through me. My adrenaline started to race. An 11 year olds emerging calling met real life experience with bang and only pieces were left behind. And, wait for it, there it was. The incessant internal talk-track, informing me how I’d failed in making the investment, failed in not selling the investment and failed to get out at the right time. It was brutal.
Mixed with a cocktail of bitter tears, the pain flowed through my pen and onto the page.
It was definitely time to reframe this memory.
Challenging the Talk-track
As the words (and tears!) flowed, I noticed some inconsistencies. Switching to the role of an observer, I made a few notes.
Firstly, it seemed a bit extreme to interpret this as a personal failure. Yes, definitely, the investment had failed. From $500 to close to $0 is most certainly not a successful investment. And absolutely, when a child has invested a significant amount of effort…
