You Are a Badass at Making Mone - Jen Sincero

And the moment I switched how I was thinking, when I went from No way
to There must be a way in a flash, I suddenly realized what was perhaps the
biggest obstacle that had been holding me back from making money for my
entire life.
There are a whole bunch of tricks that will help you unearth your deepseated,
money-repelling subconscious beliefs, and I’m going to start with the
most powerful, which is this: Hurl yourself into the fire. Run face-first toward
your biggest fear. Take big, audacious action in the direction of your dreams
and do not let the fact that you’re wetting your pants stop you. For me, the
combo of forking over such a gigantic chunk of change and the realization of
just how big and visible I could/would get if I applied myself at this level
launched me into an alternate reality. The possibility of the money and the
success felt really really really real for the first time, and it freaked the Little
Prince right out of me.
This is the feeling you’re going for when you make a huge leap in your
life: equal parts excitement and terror. And if you succeed at staying the
course, one of the many glorious results can be that you’ll freak your
subconscious out so massively (remember, it’s trying to keep you safely
tucked away inside your comfort zone) that it will rise up, guns a-blazin’, and
reveal itself to you like a pheasant being startled out of a bush. This is exactly
what happened to me. By thinking a thought I’d never thought before that was
way outside my comfort zone, aka I’m the kind of person who can manifest
$85,000 for a coaching program and become gigantically successful, one of
my deepest, darkest beliefs that was hidden at the very bottom of my
subconscious appeared before me, all covered in slime and seaweed, clear as
day. And it was this: If I became a financially successful woman, my adorable
father, who worked his whole life to provide and care for me, would be
crushed, defeated, and abandoned because I would no longer need him.
As I waited in line to hand over my credit card and put down a deposit, I
had an image of my sweet old dad, standing there in his yellow V-neck
sweater that he was never seen not wearing, staring down at his tennis shoes
with his hands in his pockets, at a loss for what to do or say. Even though he
wasn’t supporting me, my father’s favorite method of showing me love, and
feeling needed and valued, was to give me money, and I realized that I
subconsciously believed that if I got rich, I’d be rejecting his love and
basically stabbing him in the heart.
This realization was easily some of the most important information I’ve
ever received in my life, aside from learning that Jeff Rumarez had a crush on
me in ninth grade too. Once in possession of my heartbreak over dear old