Our Inner Sabateur
Beware your inner Saboteur: he’s that little bugger who will pull your own rug out, just as you take your final step of the victory lap.
It doesn’t make sense, right? The stunning Super Model who has the world in the palm of her hand while she destroys herself with bulimia and a string of abusive boyfriends. The entrepreneur who throws away millions in a reckless wager in Vegas.
How about the recovering alcoholic with 20 years sobriety under his belt who relapses at his 20 year high school reunion?
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The Nuisance of Surrender
We are too busy trying to control the things we have no business controlling and relinquishing control where we have absolute domination.
As an admitted control freak myself, I feel fully qualified to expound on the trials and tribulations of life's greatest paradox...
The more controlling we are, the less we trust and feel at peace!
Come to think of it, I don't believe I know anyone who isn't somewhat controlling. Consider the agitated freeway driver who adamantly refuses to let you in to his lane from the on-ramp, or the nervous blind date companion who repeatedly calls the maître d' to confirm his reservation in the back patio, by the twinkly lights, but not too close to the noisy street!
How about your movie buddy who always orders the tickets ahead to save from selling out, only for you to realize that you never manage to get to see the movies you like! (Ok, that one was me)
Then there's the landlord who only accepts cashier's checks to his PO Box, the neighbor who...
Beware The Saboteur
Beware your inner Saboteur: he's that little bugger who will pull your own rug out, just as you take your final step of the victory lap.
It doesn't make sense, right? The stunning Super Model who has the world in the palm of her hand while she destroys herself with bulimia and a string of abusive boyfriends. The entrepreneur who throws away millions in a reckless wager in Vegas.
How about the recovering alcoholic with 20 years sobriety under his belt who relapses at his 20 year high school reunion?
They all have one thing in common... sabotage!
The origin of the word comes from 'sabot', a 17th Century french shoe worn by peasants who would throw them into the gears of machines to willfully destroy them. Sounds like a Provincial version of throwing the toys out of the pram!
Of course, we've become more discreet in our destruction these days: Failed diets, blowing the retirement money, playing hooky, flirting with the waitress in front of the wife or rejecting the only partner who...
