I hate being wrong. When I was a little girl if my mother was looking for a misplaced item, like the kitchen scissors and she asked me if they were in my room I would reply, “No!”, even if they were sitting in my desk drawer. Then I would pretend to help her try to find them, sneaking into my bedroom when she wasn’t looking to get them and then running to another location in the house and eventually proclaiming I had found the kitchen scissors in the bathroom and say, “Isn’t that odd? Why would someone put them there?”
My mother never called me on this tactic, but I wish she would have. It allowed me to continue trying to be right, even when the stakes were low. Let’s be honest, most of us love being told we have the right answer. We loved raising our hand and giving a teacher an eloquent explanation of the problem on the chalk board, and when we were wrong, it stunk. The class would giggle, we’d feel deflated, stupid, and embarrassed.
When I started coaching people in Muay Thai and became a personal trainer people asked me questions and expected me to have answers. It’s hard as a coach to say, “I don’t know, sorry” or “Let’s find out together!” It’s a shame that comes with being wrong and the burning desire to be right that cause people to look for a hard and fast answer to everyone’s problems.