Petshark: Talking Stick
Entries with the tag: baby-steps
One does not simply walk into the NHL. To get there, your confidence has to overcome challenges as pesky as orcs, possibly as ferocious as uruk-hai. Certainly there's a spider big enough to suck the last drop of self-assurance out of you, you had to have seen her along the way. If a player makes it to the NHL, he has obviously lived to tell the tale.
Confidence is a funny thing, all made up of memories and habits and hormones, recent events and old. Oddly, it can be increased by the most ridiculous exercises. You can sit cross-legged on the floor, repeating things like "I am an attractive person, people will respond positively to me, they will help me achieve my goals." That sort of exercise can actually make you feel braver and more confident, even if your logical mind thinks it is a load of horse-poop. But that's all confidence is: a state of mind. If events from a week or a day ago can change how you see unrelated present events, isn't that as ridiculous as chanting self-praise? Ridiculous and inevitable.