I am not the worst with heights, I can climb ladders and trees with no bother, my height related Achilles heel is ski lifts.
Last time we went snowboarding I psyched myself up, I was going to get on that lift no worries. My power song “Shake it Out” by Florence and the Machine would be my soundtrack. As we were driving up the mountain I caught sight of the lift. My stomach fell, my palms went sweaty and I knew it would be another day on the learner’s slope for me.
Today I went to a hypnotherapist with the specific request to address my ski lift issue. I know I went under but I am not sure that I did hypnotism right while in my trance. Is it normal to high-five your subconscious?
Time will tell.
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