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Editor’s note: guest post by Scott L. Sind

Ever feel like your professional life is a constant roller coaster ride?

Some days you experience huge wins, but others leave you languishing in emotional despair, questioning your competence and wondering if you’re on the verge of being outed as an utter fraud.

Sound familiar? I’m willing to bet that most of you have felt this way at one time or another. I certainly have, and I still do when something doesn’t go quite as expected.

Even worse than suffering these moments of insecurity is that it’s far too easy for negative thoughts to become etched in your psyche as limiting beliefs. Once that happens, your reality is then defined by those beliefs—you now have a view of the world as unfriendly, uncaring, and rife with barriers.

Inevitably you settle into a state of inertia. It’s comfortable there, where you aren’t exposed to the notion of failure.

But what about your dreams? Your lifelong desire to do great things? Sadly, many of us have created mental models that abundance is for the lucky and achievement is reserved for others who are better, smarter or more deserving than we are.

The good news is that you don’t have to accept this as truth.

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One of the things I like the most about not having a car is that it forces you to be a little bit vulnerable.

Sure, in this day and age, you can take advantage of ride-sharing or just rent a car. If you’re lucky enough to live in a city with public transportation, that’s another option. But there comes a time when you’ll wish you could borrow someone’s car.

Why is it so hard to ask?

If the number of cars that line our street during the day is any indication, there are certainly plenty available. The truth is I’ve always avoided asking for help unless it was an emergency. For example, if I slipped on a rock after a long stroll down the beach, I would, most likely, ask for a stranger’s help in the long hobble back.

I wouldn’t like how vulnerable that made me feel. And I know I am not alone.

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“The girl has to kill the rabbit.”

Everyone stared at me. It was my second day of Survival Training, a program that’s meant to teach you how to stay alive in case you’re shot down behind enemy lines.

I had resisted peer pressure before. In high school, I refused to style my hair or wear make-up, despite classmates who told me I could be so pretty if I just tried. I stuck to my guns, even when my mother had to beg her colleagues to offer their sons as dates to dances.

This shouldn’t have been any different. I am a huge animal lover. I have nothing against hunting for food, especially in a survival scenario. But this wasn’t a wild rabbit we’d caught. It was supplied. It was trusting and tame.

And I absolutely did not want to swing a stick like a baseball bat to break the creature’s neck.

This time, however, I felt a need to prove myself, to show those boys I was every bit as qualified to be a military officer as they were. I wanted them to know I was brave and tough. I accepted the gauntlet as the natural fate of a woman in the armed services.

They had found my weakness.