When life stings you

This is G.

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He’s a 65-pound pit bull.
All muscle. 

There’s nothing that makes G cower.
He’s the toughest dog at the park. 
Coyotes run from him and javelinas don’t mess with him. 
Not even a shock collar turned up to high phases him. 

His evening pass time is to torture bugs and insects.
He sniffs them, dances around them, and when they’re done playing, he stomps on them. 

The other night he finally met his match. 
He tried to play with a scorpion. 

Scorpions don’t play. 

When he got too close the scorpion stung him.
Made G jump out of his paws. 

He whimpered and crawled into my wife’s lap for comfort.

It was the first time I had ever seen him subdued.

No matter how strong you are, we all reach the end of our mental toughness at some point.
It’s the point when our ego takes the bait and powers up or retreats and hides to protect itself.

Your ego is not the enemy.
It’s the part of you that is ready to become.
It’s the part of you that isn’t as developed as you want it to be. It’s pushing against the walls and it makes you feel insecure when it’s exposed or threatened as vulnerable.

It’s the clue and signal to where you can grow next.
The first step is to notice it.

What’s the thing in life that stings you?
When you get stung, what does your ego turn to for comfort?