The Fear Bubble
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Ant Middleton. The Fear Bubble
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CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1. TAMING THE GHOST OF ME. Twenty Years Later
CHAPTER 2. HOW TO HARNESS FEAR
INTO THE BUBBLE
THE POWER OF ADRENALINE
TAKING THE BUBBLE HOME
THE CORRIDOR
WELCOME TO THE FEAR BUBBLE
CHAPTER 3. THE ROAD TO CHOMOLUNGMA
CHAPTER 4. THE MAGIC SHRINKING POTION
A VICTIM IN THE FAMILY
THE DEFAULT MINDSET
CUT NEGATIVE PEOPLE AWAY
THE UNFORTUNATE RISE OF VICTIM CULTURE
HOW TO DEAL WITH NEGATIVE EVENTS WITHOUT SLIPPING INTO VICTIM MODE
1. Acknowledge
2. Process
3. Move on
CHAPTER 5. IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF THE LANKY BEEKEEPER
CHAPTER 6. THE FEAR OF SUFFERING
THE ‘GET READY’ RESPONSE
‘GO’ OR ‘NO’
GET READY TO HARNESS FEAR
CHAPTER 7. THE ICEFALL
CHAPTER 8. THE FEAR OF FAILURE
HOW THE FEAR OF FAILURE CAN GIVE YOU STICKY BOOTS
SCARED OF OTHER PEOPLE’S THOUGHTS
HOW THE FEAR OF FAILURE CREATES A VICTIM MINDSET
YOUR IDENTITY IS YOURS TO DEFINE
CHAPTER 9. DEATH IS OTHER PEOPLE
CHAPTER 10. THE FEAR OF CONFLICT
HOW TO INOCULATE YOURSELF AGAINST CRITICISM
BRUTAL HONESTY PREVENTS CRITICAL ERRORS
BRUTAL HONESTY FOR YOU, RESPECTFUL HONESTY FOR OTHERS
DON’T TAKE IT PERSONALLY
EGO NEEDS PRAISE
THE AWESOME POWER OF ENEMIES
CHAPTER 11. CONQUERING THE KING OF THE ROCKS
CHAPTER 12. EVERYONE’S SECRET FEAR
YOU ARE KAYLEIGH FROM LIVERPOOL
PROVE THAT YOU’RE GOOD ENOUGH A HUNDRED TIMES A DAY
WHEN FEAR TAKES OVER
YOU ARE NOT YOUR PAST
TRUE FAILURE COMES BUT ONCE
CHAPTER 13. REVENGE OF THE KING
CHAPTER 14. THE OPPOSITE OF FEAR
THE OPPOSITE OF FEAR
GODLIKE RESPONSIBILITY
CREATE YOUR OWN REALITY
THE MISSION IS YOU
COMMIT TO GIVING YOUR LIFE TO YOURSELF
CHOMOLUNGMA’S LESSON
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
BY THE SAME AUTHOR
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ABOUT THE PUBLISHER
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But that wasn’t the only reason my memory of Snowdon was so precious. After my father suddenly died at the age of just 36, on 31 December 1985, my mum and her young boyfriend Dean moved the family from our three-bedroom council house in Portsmouth first to an eight-bedroom mansion outside Southampton, and then to northern France. Flush with money from my dad’s life-insurance payout, they bought a huge house that had once been a children’s home on a large plot of land on the outskirts of a town called Saint-Lô, twenty miles from Bayeux. Life with my mother and new step-father was tough, and my happiest times were the hours I’d spend tearing around in the fields and woods playing soldiers. I had a wild time, and even at that age I began to wonder about being an actual soldier when I was older.
As wild as those days had felt to me, however, they had really been lived within a controlled environment. Even when I stayed in one of my dens for two or three nights, someone would always have to know where I was. If I ever got into trouble I’d feel it. Part of why I wanted to join the army was my urge to re-create those experiences of wild adventure under open skies. But in the early weeks and months after I joined up, the experience had been more like being at home with my stepfather. I was always watched and pushed and corrected by a figure of authority.
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