Let's face it: no matter who you are, life has ups and downs.
This time one year ago, I was making almost six figures, with a three bedroom house and a new car. Not bad for a 22 year old. I was at the top of my game; I could go out and set up five dates in a day's time.
Then circumstances changed. Fast-forward to today. I've had to move back in with my parents. I'm making less than half of what I used to. I drive a horrible clunker. And I'm terrible with women.
I have no confidence. I flub approaches. Push women away on first dates. It's like I'm deliberately sabotaging myself.
But is it really my circumstances that are holding me back, or is my perception of myself?
I have a coworker at my new job who is a couple years old than me and is probably what we call a "natural." He's irresistibly charismatic. Everyone acknowledges his magnetism, and he sleeps with whomever he pleases. But guess what: Is he better looking than me? No. He's short and Asian. Does he make more money? He makes less. He must have a fancy car, right? He drives the exact same clunker as I do.
But the difference is, he's never been as "successful" as I once was. Or more specifically, he doesn't care, but I do.
I'm in a terrible slump, and I can't seem to get a shred of confidence back. It's akin to a powerful frame shift, and I don't know how to deal with it. Please advise.
This time one year ago, I was making almost six figures, with a three bedroom house and a new car. Not bad for a 22 year old. I was at the top of my game; I could go out and set up five dates in a day's time.
Then circumstances changed. Fast-forward to today. I've had to move back in with my parents. I'm making less than half of what I used to. I drive a horrible clunker. And I'm terrible with women.
I have no confidence. I flub approaches. Push women away on first dates. It's like I'm deliberately sabotaging myself.
But is it really my circumstances that are holding me back, or is my perception of myself?
I have a coworker at my new job who is a couple years old than me and is probably what we call a "natural." He's irresistibly charismatic. Everyone acknowledges his magnetism, and he sleeps with whomever he pleases. But guess what: Is he better looking than me? No. He's short and Asian. Does he make more money? He makes less. He must have a fancy car, right? He drives the exact same clunker as I do.
But the difference is, he's never been as "successful" as I once was. Or more specifically, he doesn't care, but I do.
I'm in a terrible slump, and I can't seem to get a shred of confidence back. It's akin to a powerful frame shift, and I don't know how to deal with it. Please advise.