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In 2014, November to be exact, I happened to suffer from the β€˜worst knee injury on record’, for a second time, with my other knee.


Those were the words of my world class surgeon, who has done thousands of knee surgeries.


It was a late night, men’s league basketball game and Devon happened to be there watching.


I was off to a great start, feeling good, when a teammate threw me a cross court pass.


I jumped and immediately knew something was wrong.


Time slowed down and I felt like I stayed suspended in the air for a good minute. Your brain is funny like that, when in times of physical threat, time does indeed slow down.


Well, I knew as I crumpled to the floor, with my leg bent out at 90 degrees, that I had done it again. And by it, I am referring to rupturing my patellar tendon.


The first time I did it in 2012, I was in a world of confusion. Even for someone in my field, the injury was so rare that I had never heard of it, nor could I find out anything about it besides from a legend in the field, Louie Simmons.


Anyhow, when it happened again, Devon and I refused the ambulance because we both knew what it was. I fought through the excruciating pain and made it home in the back of the truck to pop a pain killer when I got home.


It was on that night, that I allowed myself 3 minutes of tears, feeling bad for myself that I would have to go through the year long recovery once again.


Devon wasn’t having it and got me refocused and reframing immediately.


We texted my surgeon and he got me in right away the next morning for an MRI. When he called later that afternoon, he just kept profusely apologizing. He felt terrible.


By that point, I did not feel terrible, it was a gift.


In fact, on the morning of the surgery, just before going under, he apologized once again and I said, β€˜Doc, don’t worry. This is going to be great and I am going to use this to help even more people.’ And then the lights went out.


When I went in for my follow up within the next few days, he said, β€˜Would you be willing to come and talk to a group of surgeons about your mindset? I can’t stop thinking about what you said right before your surgery and I believe that is the difference that we need to instill in people, the mindset.’


Pretty cool, huh?


And I share that story with you because it highlights my point that your mind is the ultimate filter. You decide what is allowed in and what’s allowed to live there.


Then, you decide how you are going to handle that information and how you are going to allow yourself to believe what you choose to believe.


The mind is always asking, β€˜Am I safe?’ That is a key theme because the mind is based on survival.


Well, start there. How do you make a situation that is hairy and scary safe?


By reframing.


Master your mind or make the attempt to become a master of your mindset, knowing that you will never fully achieve mastery, because like all things, when you take your foot off the pedal, it will revert back to focusing on the negative.


Let me finish with this, sent to me by a client/friend just the other day.


Bruce Lee: β€˜When one has reached maturity...one will have formless form. It is like ice dissolving into water. When one has no form, one can be all forms; when one has no style, he can fit in with any style.’


Go with the flow of life my friend.


Be Unconventional - Kyle Newell