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The mind games of a narcissist can be difficult to spot, and if you don't understand them, you could lose your job, your family, or the relationships you love most. Today, I'll share 5 mind games that narcissists play, real life examples of how to spot them, and simple strategies to empower you in any situation.
My heart knows...
what it wants. It knows that love is really the only option. It knows why I am here and what my life is about.
My legs know...
how to walk. How to dance. How to run and jump. My legs know how to take me anywhere I want to go.
My feet know...
that I love the warm. The sun. The sand. They know when I've stood too long in the same place and when it's time to move. They know how many miles they have walked.
He's wearing a striped polo shirt with camouflage shorts and a ball cap. As if he's ready to go to war for a country club.
His mom is pitching. Major league style.
Overhand. Fast.
The bat is taller and heavier than he is.
He swings.
Hits it.
And keeps twisting.
And falls down backwards.
She chases the ball.
He gets up. Runs the imaginary bases with his arms up.
Home run.
Celebration.
How can I not fall in love with this kid?
I need your support.
You're not helping me enough.
I shouldn't have to do this all by myself.
How many times have we said this?
To our husbands. Coworkers. Family. Friends.
It's really just a fancy way to say:
You should be making my life easier.
We point our finger at the people around us and give them the job of taking the difficulty out of our existence. As if that is even possible.
And when our life doesn't feel easier - we blame them.
We say we aren't supported.
We say they should be doing more.
But the only way to feel anything is to think the thought that creates it. When we give another person the job of making us feel, we create immense suffering for ourselves.
Every time.
Five years ago, summer of 2006, I bought a house. On Nancy Avenue.
Well, more accurately, I mortagaged a house.
And then, two and half years ago, I moved out of that house.
This past Friday, I finally paid the last dollar I owed for it.
The Nancy House was a very hard lesson learned.
If I had a way to deliver a letter to my 2006-self. One that could spare her from making this decision. One that could save her unnecessary suffering.
This is what I'd say:
And no, I'm not talking about houses here.
I'm talking about your money.
I'm talking about my money.
Do you own your money? Or do you rent your money?
For the past 19 years, I've been renting my money.
For the past 19 years, I've been in debt in one way or another. Car loans, students loans, credit cards, mortgages, equity lines, business loans, and personal loans.
For the past 19 years, I've been paying other people for the privilege (seriously makes me want to gag) to rent their money.
Chase United Mileage Plus card offered me a deal to rent their money. And as a bonus for renting, I got a few miles and ended up taking a few trips that required me to rent even more money.
I am driving my daughter to her friends house for a sleepover. We are making small talk. I'm still in denial that she's growing up and my almost-nine-year-old wants to spend the night away from home. It was just two minutes ago that she needed Mommy for everything. She's growing up faster than I am.
She says, "I can't wait to see Lilly's house."
"Why?" I ask.
"Because I want to see if she lives in a fancy house or if she is poor."
At this point, I'm a little woried, but I have to ask anyway. "Do we live in a fancy house?"
She looks at me as if I just asked her if I was a purple unicorn. Like, I'm asking her a trick question because the answer is so obvious.
"No, mom. We're poor."
Ok. Ouch. That was below the belt. Regaining my focus, I ask, "What's the difference between a fancy house and a poor house?"
I own a blue dress.
Actually - not just a blue dress.
A beautiful turquoise, knit silk, designed-on-the-bias, hug-every-curve-perfectly, swagga-like-none-otha Gucci dress.
And let's be clear, friends.
This dress is a lie.
I'll tell you a lil somethin' about me. I live in a beach town. Dressed-up here means wearing our fancy-jeans with a newer pair of flip-flops.
I work from home. Mostly in my pajamas or in my yoga clothes.
As you know from previous posts - I am pretty vain, but even I am not going to wear Gucci to the grocery store.
I own this dress and I have worn it 3 times. The second time I wore it, a very drunk woman spilled a giant glass of red wine down the right hand side of it. After three trips to different dry cleaners, I've worn it once more. The stain still hasn't quite come out - but it's passable. (Side note: the words 'passable' and 'Gucci' should never be used together in the same paragraph. Such a disgrace.)
I am so fortunate and incredibly smart (if I may say so myself) to have chosen a career that I like.
Actually, I don’t just like it. I friggin’ love it.
I love opening up my MacBook and checking my email. I love a full inbox. I love my clients. I love writing my blog. I love the students I train. I love answering emails. I love reading new material. I love creating classes. I love working on my website. I love invoicing my clients. I love “Notification of Payment Received.” Best. Subject line. Ever.
To tell you the truth, I would do this job whether or not I was paid, because I love the work itself, but shhh… don’t tell my clients that.
I love to kick ideas around with my colleagues. I love the challenge of a difficult thought. I love working from home in my yoga clothes. I love that I don’t have to be pretty, have my hair brushed, or even have shoes on to make money.
I’m pretty sure I’ve made my point. But, for clarity, let’s just say: I love my job.
After reading my little rampage, I’m guessing that you’re either happy for me or entirely nauseated by me.
Either way, I want this love-fest for you, too.
Because if you don’t friggin’ love the way money comes to you, you’re never going to reach your full earning potential.
How we feel when we earn our money has an enormous impact on our financial results.
I really never used to give much thought to my spending. In my mind, it was a means to an end. I liked paying for some stuff and hated paying for other stuff. I liked shopping and buying stuff. Especially stuff from Macy’s, Nordstrom and Target. And, I hated paying for things like car repairs, taxes, and my retirement. But, I never really broke down how I felt about the actual spending of the money. The verb. The exchanging.
Instead, I focused on trying to make more money and tried not to focus on the spending. To be honest, thinking about my spending would just send me into a tailspin of feeling stupid, dishonest, entitled, childish and guilty. So, I did my best to avoid that subject.
Now, I give careful consideration to each money exchange and I help my clients do the same thing. We pay attention to how and why we spend our money. We recognize what type of spending that we’re engaging in. We know where we are on the Abundance Scale. We recognize our patterns and deliberately keep our focus on the result that we are trying to relate.
We all spend money. We pay our bills. We pay the parking meter. We buy things. We go to the grocery store. We put gas in our car.
It’s very rare to find a day that we don’t spend money.
Each time money leaves our hands, or our debit cards, or our credit cards, or our bank accounts – we have an opportunity to learn about our relationship with money.
How we feel when we spend our money has an enormous impact on our financial results.
