A Simple Trick for Achieving Success

I’ve only been in the working world for a handful of years, and I don’t quite consider myself truly successful.  I’ve definitely participated in my fair share of mistakes, lack of confidence and awkward conversations near the water cooler.  Nevertheless, I’ve noticed something different about people who I consider successful versus those that I don’t or the ones that I find just pretending.

Often, in the consulting world, we are taught little tricks to help us act more like a ‘consultant.’. If we’re not acting differently then why should our clients pay us the big bucks?  One of the tricks that I learned in one of my first years was to prevent giving away all of my candy too soon.  In the case of a consultant, the candy equaled our knowledge and experience from past projects.  If we taught the client everything we know in the first week then why would they continue to hire us in the weeks to come?

In the consulting industry, there is a pertinent reason for following this advice and, in many cases, it is certainly a valid approach.  However, if we follow this rationale and, essentially, covet all of our ideas, aren’t we really just giving into our fear of losing them?

I’ve come across many secrets and tips throughout my six years post-college life, but the most simple and important one is actually this: share your knowledge with people.  All of it.  I know that it’s a scary thought – perhaps one of the scariest ones in the working world – if I give away all of my candy, why would a company pay me?  But, my answer to that question is this: because they need you to make more.

If you give away all of your ideas, naturally your mind will want to find more, discover more, learn more.  Isn’t this practice what makes us more well-rounded and knowledgeable people?  When something in our lives is empty, we need to find a way to fill it up.  So, give away your secrets, tips and knowledge and then fill yourself up with more theories, more research, more talents.  The world needs you as an idea giver, not a hoarder.

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2014 Crossfit Open: “You Just Might Regret It”

For the past two years, I’ve written motivational articles on the upcoming Crossfit Open.  In 2012, I wrote about how Rich Froning can inspire greatness within all of us.  In 2013, I wrote about how a run-in with a popular song encouraged me to give my all during the Open season.

To say the least, this year is a little different.

For the past several months, I’ve struggled with my relationship with crossfit.  If it were a boy, I think we’ve broken up at least twice.  If it were a relationship status on Facebook, let’s just say It’s Complicated.

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me.70#snatch.meow.

I took a few weeks off of my gym’s membership last Fall to focus on my workload at work.  As I spent 9-10 hours a week sitting in my desk chair, my physical and mental state suffered.  When I returned to the gym, I couldn’t hit PRs that I used to hit.  I couldn’t maintain the endurance that I used to maintain.  I couldn’t string together the same number of pull ups – or ring rows – for that matter.

Disappointments quickly started mounting from which I haven’t exactly recovered.  To be frank, this year, the Open is the last thing on my mind.

During times like this, I often think of my sister.  She frequently encourages me to do things that I never think of doing.  She provides the motivation that I can’t muster myself.

Want to hear one of her stories?  (Inspiration delivered hot n’ ready below.)

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The summer before my sister’s senior year of high school, she committed a fourth-degree misdemeanor in the state of Ohio.

In that, she went skinny dipping in Lake Erie (public indecency, peeps).

No – my sister never actually got caught by the police or any adult, for that matter.  But, she did immediately tell her entire family what happened.  It was quite humorous really, but, also, shocking.  Why would my baby sister feel the need to randomly go skinny dipping???

She had an answer for that, of course.  She told me that if she had not gone, one day, she just might regret it.  I mean – how often do you have the chance to skinny dip in Lake Erie?

Hmm…

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This story has been stuck in my head for the past several weeks now.  It’s rather odd, really.  It’s the dead of winter and has nothing to do with my life or the Crossfit Open.

Or, does it?

With my physical and mental state, regarding crossfit, these past several months, I want to run as far away from the 2014 Open as possible.  It’s like that looming date for a test you don’t want to take – or that evil relative that  you don’t want to visit.

But, what it really comes down to… is that I’m scared of it.  Abso.lute.ly.terri.fied.  I’m scared of not being able to complete the movements.  I’m scared of disappointing myself.  I’m scared of not beating last years’ times.

Am I alone?

Probably not.

As much as I know it’s hard to ever admit it, both seasoned and rookie CrossFitters are most likely a little scared.  Will we perform like we expect?  Will we meet the time cap?  Will they repeat that god awful 12.4/13.3 wallball WOD?  Will we meet our expectations?  Our friends’ expectations?  Our coaches?

The Crossfit Open is full of uncertainty and expectations.  Heck, there’s a reason why they announce the workouts the way they do. But, at the end of the day, how often are we given the chance to compete in the same workout against thousands of people around the world?

What this boils down to is that we all have our own motivational techniques – uplifting music beats, pre-workout routines, lucky coins, verbal affirmations, etc.  But this year, I want to offer up something a little different.  This year, as you prepare for the announcement of 14.1, as you contemplate whether or not to even show up, as you struggle with deciding if you need a video camera or not, as you question during the WOD if you can push yourself one.ounce.harder, do me a favor – will ya?

Think about how if you don’t do these things – one day, you just might regret it.

***Linking up with Frysauce & Grits!!***

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