My first memory

My first memory from my childhood is being on a tennis court when I was 3 years old. My godfather was teaching me how to play while my parents watched. I had a tiny blue Mickey Mouse racket with a red grip. My parents could’ve taught me but my godfather taught tennis professionally so they let him start me out. For those who don’t know…my parents are world class tennis players. They’re still number one in the world for their age. Last month they won the American national mixed doubles title. Playing tennis wasn’t a choice I made. It was pre-determined before birth. One of the reasons my parents let my godfather coach me is because he was legit one of the best coaches in the world at the technical side of things. He had coached players on the pro tour and he himself played at a super high level. Tennis is an extremely technical sport when it comes to your strokes. My godfather had a way of teaching people how to hit a ball that was better than anyone else I’ve ever learned from to this day. (And I’ve had countless coaches in my life.) By the time I was six years old he’d teach me lessons on court #1 where everyone at the tennis club could see me play. At the end of the lessons he’d get everyone to line up along the fence to watch me hit for the last five minutes. The crowd would watch in amazement as this tiny six year old hit perfectly struck forehands and backhands as hard as he could. My godfather was just proud of me and wanted to show me off. I still remember those moments with complete clarity. I enjoyed it. But the pressure was immense. I didn’t want to miss. I didn’t want to make a mistake and embarrass myself. Yet at the same time I wanted to hit every shot perfectly in the corner as hard as I could. And I wanted my strokes to look absolutely perfect. That’s a lot of pressure at six years old. On top of that, whenever we were at the club I’d stand shyly at my dad’s side while he proudly proclaimed that I’d one day win Wimbledon. And not only that…I’d be the first Englishman to do it in over 70 years. So I had not just the weight of my dad’s expectations - but the weight of entire nation on my shoulders. It was a lot to handle as a six year old kid that just wanted to play with my Ninja Turtle toy that could shoot pizza out of its belly. Over the course of my childhood as a "tennis prodigy" I learned some lessons I that I carried with me until I finally unlearned them from books and therapy in my 20’s. -Talent is more important than anything else. I was the most naturally talented - therefore I should win. -It’s not about hard work - it’s about god given talent. -You have to be the best without trying hard. Trying hard is for talentless losers. -You have to hit the ball perfectly in the corner as hard as you can. If you don’t do that, you’re a failure. You also have to understand that these lessons weren’t taught to me through specific words or teachings. My dad, mum, and godfather didn’t want me to believe those unrealistic things I stated above. But that’s what I internalized as a kid. And that became my reality. As a result of the pressure I became a psychopath on the court. And I really mean it. I made John McEnroe look like Brother Theresa. I threw rackets over fences. Punched myself in the head. Screamed at the top of my lungs. I nearly got in fist fights on the court. Remember this is tennis, not hockey. That was NOT common. Last year my mum and I played the National Mother Son tournament in San Diego, CA. (And won it.) One of the referees came up to me while we there and he said "I remember you. You were pretty wild in juniors." He said with a wry smile that indicated he was being nice by saying "pretty wild." A few years after I graduated high school I met a kid who was 5 or 6 years younger than me. At one point he goes "wait, you’re Ian Stanley?" "Yes" I said. "Dude I remember you. I was at Thousand Oaks high school watching you play tennis. You threw a racket over two courts into the parking lot." "Yeah, that sounds like me." That’s how crazy I was on the court. Over a decade later I was still remembered by refs and random kids for my antics. So why am I telling you all this? Because even though I don’t play tennis much anymore, that same programming is still in me when I do other things. Or at least it was…until I started working with Brent Charleton. My relationship to talent and high expectations was affecting my relationship to business, creating content, writing, and other stuff. It still affects me from time to time but I have a tool to work through it. Corrections. Brent’s method for getting rid of mental and emotional blocks. The reality is we all have programming from our childhood that’s still affecting our ability to do the things we need to do to live the best life possible. And unless you work through those things - you’ll always suffer from those blocks. My recommendation is to grab Brent’s course and work through your shit. [ Click here to check it out]( If you wanna read my full story of what happened when I worked with Brent, [check this out](. I also have some sick bonuses for buying it through my link. You'll get the following: -3 live group zoom calls going over exactly how I do Corrections in personal life and business life. I’ll show actual examples. I’ll go through how I plot my issues and ask my child and teen questions to uncover the exact trigger. I'll also do Q and A on these calls. (Value $6,000) (I charge $2k an hour for consulting.) -My exponential income skill course. (This is a $1,000 course) Also, here's a link to the replay from the live Correction demo call I did. 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