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life reach this point 1

humansofnewyork:

 

“I lost some of my mojo. I don’t know how it happened. I had mojo in college. I had mojo in grad school. I was studying Real Estate Development at NYU, and I remember feeling like there was nothing that I couldn’t do. I felt so powerful. Back then somebody asked me how much money I thought I could make, and I remember saying ’40 million.’

But life reach this point 2something’s changed.

Life beat me up a little bit. And these days I’m wondering if I have what it takes to put together a single deal.

I’m not sure exactly how it happened.

But somewhere along the way, all my confidence got replaced by questions. Are you smart enough? Do you have enough resources? Who are you fooling? There was a time when I believed that I could do anything.

 

Now I’ll believe anybody who tells me that I’m not qualified for a job opening. life reach this point 3

 

But I’m going to start changing the narrative. I’m taking this as a sign from the universe that I’ve got to get my mojo back. “

 

 

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So.

 

I was scanning a tumblr site and came across this post above.

 

I imagine most of us run across some version of this, bigger version or smaller version, at some time in our Life.

 

steal my mojoIn fact … I tend to believe anyone who actually understands you have to work for happiness, and that it just doesn’t happen, faces this at some point.

 

Why am I so sure about this?

 

Because happiness requires work. Because happiness comes at a cost. Because Life, in general, is a struggle between what you want and … well … getting what you want.

 

Happiness is the outcome from the struggle and the cost you have paid in the struggle.

 

And, no, this is not any of that insipid trite advice you can find … well … anywhere on the internet.

 

This is not ‘no pain no gain’ nor is it “if you believe in happiness the <fake> law of attraction says it will come” or even “you’ve just got to want it enough” type happy horseshit.

 

This is about a real thing … a personal thing – your mojo.

 

Call it confidence. Call it belief in self. Call it instinctual behavior.

Call it whatever you want.

 

But it is your mojo.

 

And you can go thru the pain, you can ‘believe happiness is your due’ and you can ‘want it enough’ but what gets you to where you want to go is your personal mojo.

 

 

I say that because everybody wants something. And almost everyone is willing to invest in the struggle to get what they want.

 

Almost everyone knows that is the cost for what you want.

 

So with everyone understanding that and pretty much everyone progressing toward what they want … well … what gets you there … and what keeps you from there?

 

Mojo.

 

Human behavior and research clearly shows most of us everyday schmucks handle positive experiences well … and negative experiences not as well.

 

The former feeds our mojo and the latter starves our mojo.

 

Therefore, our mojo is more likely dependent upon how we handle being challenged by whatever bad feelings we face <doubt being the most insidious> … and how well we are able to navigate the struggles.

 

Now.

 

Struggles and your mojo.

one of those days fucking ridculous mojo

Mojo is a tricky thing.

 

“One of those days” can seriously gouge your mojo.

Or maybe it doesn’t … and it takes a slippery slope of one “one of those days” … and then another … and then another … until you found you have slipped down the slope far enough that all you can see is a darkness of doubt and nothing of your mojo.

 

But.

 

I could argue one never really loses their mojo <see Austin Powers as proof>. It is always there but sometimes doubt creeps in and smothers it for a bit. You just have to figure out a way to let it breathe again.

 

I am not suggesting it is easy and I opened with this quote because while it is hopeful < I’m going to start changing the narrative> it is not guaranteed that this person will refind their mojo.

 

What I can guarantee is that somewhere along the way … well … somewhere along the way, your confidence, a part of your confidence, will get replaced by questions.

 

That is Life. That is reality.

 

Reality steps in front of your dreams and, Life being Life, it knows not to fuck with your dreams … it fucks with the engine that drives you toward your dreams.

 

And your engine sputters … and maybe it doesn’t run as well as it used to … and mojo self esteemmaybe, sometimes, it just stops running.

 

Just know the engine didn’t die.

The engine didn’t blow up.

The engine can still run like it used to.

 

In fact … your mojo is sitting there just waiting to start up and run another race.

 

You just have to figure out how to get it running again.

 

Happiness, getting what you want, getting where you want … is, and will always be, a struggle. But with your mojo … well … any struggle can be overcome and any realistic objective can be reached.

 

Stop asking if you still ‘have it in you’ after one of those days and just accept that you do have it in you.

this is a mojo

 

Anyway.

 

 

What I hope is that maybe one person, just one, reading this post today will take this as a sign from the universe that I’ve got to get my mojo back.”

 

That would make it a good day for me.

 

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