A story of significance for my Date with Destiny friends.
Over the course of Date With Destiny the topic of significance kept on popping up across the board. We as a culture seem to be infected with the need for significance and the spotlight on ourselves seems to be the only remedy that works.
This week I have been more of a selfish asshole, basking in my own significance, than I have ever been outside the walls of Palm Springs Convention Center. I allowed myself to let loose and immerse to the point of irritating trainers, leaders, my teammates and complete strangers.
Hmmm… something to think about. Good thing I was the only one who struggled with this, right?
I came to Date With Destiny with a gnawing feeling that something was off. I knew that I was not aligned with myself and I couldn’t comprehend what it was. On the second day, one of the trainers helped me through my breakdown and turned it into a breakthrough. That unnamed monster, haunting me, happened to be residual leftover victim mentality that had me feeling trapped and quite significant.