I was standing in the checkout queue in Fenwicks department store in what turned out to be a lengthy wait as a little old lady entered into an elaborate refund negotiation with the cashier. I decided to hang in there and just be patient as all the other queues looked equally crowded. I stood there and meditated on impatience, I noticed a smaller queue to my left and I debated moving sideways. In the time it took me to think about it, other people with the same idea stepped into the gap and I thought ‘Damn, I missed my chance!‘ and then I thought ‘I always miss my chance‘.
Missing your chance in a supermarket queue is not so bad, having the idea that ‘I always miss my chance’ could be quite limiting. There are lots of chances in life for all sorts of things I don’t want to go around believing that I always miss them. Our beliefs tend to have a compulsive quality so that we’ll behave in ways that prove them right (self-fulfilling prophecies are an example of this). I decided that always believing I’d miss my chance was something that might be worth changing.