Seven point nine seconds left

Seven point nine seconds left.

You’ve worked so hard for this.

Holy shit. It’s happening.

Don’t screw it up.

You’ve been here before.

Well, not seven point nine seconds away from the NBA finals with a very fragile lead.

You’re not an NBA player.

And, you’ve been here.


Close. Way too close. So close it’s almost unbearable.

Success. Just moments away.

So close that perhaps you panic.

So close you can’t believe it.

So close you sabotage yourself.

“I couldn’t possibly!”

“It doesn’t feel real.”

“I don’t deserve it.”

Gut check time.

You’ve been here before.

It didn’t go so well.

So close that you could taste it.


Just around the corner.

Something fell apart.

Something went wrong.

Some critical error on your part?

Some unforeseen circumstance beyond your control.

Someone else stole your thunder.

So close.

Seven point nine seconds left.

You’re used to failure.

You’re used to coming up short.







Of this happening yet again.

What would it mean if you were finally successful?

What would it mean if you finally followed through?

What would it mean

If things finally fell into place?

If things finally clicked?

If you could get out of your own way?

If you could just put in that last bit of effort to be successful?

What aspect of you would have to change in order to accept success?

Who could help you?

How could you get there?

What would it feel like?

There are seven point nine seconds left.

You’ve been here before.

We’re rooting for you.

Now go!

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