Celebrate Yourself!

Ever feel annoyed at an awards celebration? Yes? Why?

After all, you’re not being recognized. You don’t have to be there. You can just walk out of the room if you want to. But you can’t turn away. It’s like a train wreck. You just have to watch.

And you chafe at the self-imposed imprisonment. You can’t be at fault. They’re making you stay, laying a guilt trip on you for wanting to leave. Real leaders support the program, right?

You may not even know why you’re peeved with the awards process. After all, isn’t it just a little too self-congratulatory? Even slightly masturbatory? Feel a little soiled by having to watch? These people are no better than you. What’s the big deal, anyway?

And what possible valid business purpose could there be for making such hoopla over reaching sales targets? Isn’t this without long-term significance? After all, we came into this world with nothing; we’re not carrying anything out, either. Don’t these people know what’s really important?

Maybe it’s only me that ever felt this way. Maybe I’m the only one who doesn’t get it. After all, doesn’t everyone like a party?

Well, I have an excuse. I used to be mentally ill, and you can’t talk sense to mental illness. What’s your damage?

I don’t think you’re damaged at all. Self-knowledge seems to be the toughest kind to acquire. The mirror is just a little too rose tinted. Having a hard time celebrating another’s success just means you’re still breathing. And I don’t even care what you’re feeling about all this. Jealousy? Envy? Greed? Fear? All quite normal, my friend.

Our capacity for emotion is built into the machine of our body. It’s an intentional design element. Or, if you prefer, it’s a necessary survival mechanism. Emotion is our train’s locomotive. Without it, no passenger moves, no freight is delivered.

What causes emotions, though? Do they just happen? Wayne Dyer authored a landmark treatise on the subject: Your Erroneous Zones. He postulates that your emotions are simply the intersection of your beliefs with your experiences. And, like it or not, you control your beliefs.

On reflection, you can see that there is a valid business purpose for an awards ceremony. The human animal craves recognition. Ever volunteer? Observe your fellow volunteers? Notice how many really like their pins, patches, doodads, etc.? They may as well wear signs: Will Work for Recognition. It’s a rare person, indeed, that gets enough affirmation.

So, if you want more sales, you better recognize your top salespeople. The motivated, successful seller needs recognition, maybe more than most. High achievers in any context are very similar. Acclaim feeds them, to a greater or lesser degree.

So what about you? You’re not being recognized at this event. We already established that. So, why the pique? Let’s take a step back and look at that through Wayne Dyer’s lens. We’re looking for an intersection of belief and experience. We know what the experience is. What is the belief?

You already know, don’t you? Now you can see it clearly. You believe you can’t achieve, or that you’re not worth recognizing, or some variation on that theme. At the core, you really don’t love yourself, and you think no one else could or should, either. You wear low achievement like an Olympic medal, because it validates your beliefs. And, since you’re intelligent, you’re usually right, aren’t you?

Here’s the good news. You don’t have to continue one more step down this road. You really are valuable, just as you are, warts and all. You deserve success, and you’re fully capable of achieving it. You just need a little love is all. And you’re just the one to give it.

You can turn your life’s ship around right away by starting to love yourself, just as you are. No one can be a better you. Your weaknesses and imperfections are there for a reason. They are your teachers, encouraging you to believe you can grow. Take the first step. Celebrate yourself! In no time at all, you’ll be very comfortable having everyone else celebrating with you.

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