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Imposter

I’ve never liked people from Wisconsin.  Ok, that’s not true. Aside from the disturbing passion most Wisconsinites possess for a certain green and yellow football team, I had every reason to believe people who share a border with my home state are upstanding. That changed when I learned my credit card had been replicated by a Cheesehead who posed as me to use it for a personal shopping spree.

My credit card company (product plug: Chase) contacted me to let me know that they believed my credit card may have been compromised. Yet, I was more apt to think the notification was a scam than to believe my card had been stolen since I knew it was in my purse.  A quick look online showed Chase was right.  Whoever this Wisconsin imposter was, I hope they bothered to learn a little bit about my identity since they seemed to have no qualms about accessing the financial perk of being me.

Chase was amazing and reversed all the charges and took measures to contact the credit bureaus on my behalf to monitor usage of the card.  After the panic subsided, I was glad the only lasting result from this bad experience seems to be a higher level of distrust for people who already cheer for a football team I loathe.

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My own worst Frenemy

According to Winston Churchill or Eminem (I’ll give you one guess who said it first), having enemies is good because it means you had conviction in life. The premise makes sense because deep beliefs can be polarizing. They can cause another person to feel hatred toward you and act on those feelings.

Some of us fend off attacks from adversaries better than others. However, it’s particularly challenging when you are your own worst enemy. This happens when we buck our own convictions –when we are the primary obstacle to our own success. Whenever I find myself in this position, I always wonder why I make choices that contradict what I want in life. Don’t get me wrong –sure, there’s a fair amount of time that you can declare that such decisions are part of life, that we learn from our mistakes, etc. However, if we always buck our own convictions, we ultimately don’t have any firm beliefs.

(Source: Musings)