Carrot versus stick

How do you like to influence yourself?

With a carrot?

Or with a stick?

Carrots are motivated by the feeling of being drawn towards something attractive.

Those people who book their next holiday before they finish the holidays they are already taking.

Sticks are motivated by the feeling of being repelled from something repulsive.

Those people who think about the worst case scenario.

If you try stick tactics with a carrot influencer, you might not get the result you seek.

If you try carrot tactics with a stick influencer, the objective might not be met.

Interestingly, the outcome sought is the same.

If you like to run towards what you want (carrot), you seek to reach your goal.

If you like to run away from suffering (stick), you seek to reach your goal.

It helps to know which approach inspires you, and it helps to know your objective.

Happy running

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