Best Self: Be You, Only Better
By Mike Bayer
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Foreword by Dr. Phil McGraw
Ask yourself…are you truly who you want to be? Is this the life you really want? Are you living each day as your best self? What can you change, today?
How would you answer those questions? Think about your daily life. Are you thriving, or going through the motions? Are your days full of work, relationships and activities that are true to your authentic self, or do you feel trapped on a treadmill of responsibility? If you dream of a better life, now is the time to turn your dream into reality. And the tools you need are within your grasp, to design a life that is fulfilling on the deepest levels. Best Self will show you how.
Mike Bayer, known to the thousands of clients whose lives he has changed as Coach Mike, has helped everyone from pop stars to business executives to people just like you discover the freedom to be their best selves. By asking them and leading them to ask themselves a series of important but tough questions—such as “What are your core values?” “Do you go to bed each day more knowledgeable than when you woke up?” and “Am I neglecting some aspect of my physical health out of fear or denial?”—he helps them see what their Best Selves and Anti-Selves really look like. As a mental health specialist, a personal development coach, and an all-around change agent, Mike has seen the amazing ways in which lives can improve with honesty and clarity. He understands our struggles intimately, because he’s faced—and overcome—his own. And he knows that change is possible.
By working through each of the Seven SPHERES of life—Social, Personal, Health, Education, Relationships, Employment and Spiritual Development—Best Self is an accessible and interactive book that distills all of Coach Mike’s wisdom into a compact, focused guide that will ignite anyone’s desire for change. Chock full of revealing quizzes, and full of provocative questionnaires, Best Self will empower you to embrace your authenticity, acknowledge what is holding you back, and break through to live a passionate life to the fullest, forever.
Mike Bayer
Mike Bayer, known as Coach Mike, is a professional personal development coach, interventionist and author of the New York Times bestselling book Best Self: Be You Only Better (2019). He is chief executive officer and founder of CAST Centers. Bayer is also an expert contributor to The Dr. Phil Show. Bayer has had guest appearances on television shows such as The Talk and Face the Truth. He lives in West Hollywood, California.
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Best Self - Mike Bayer
Introduction
The airplane was on its final descent, and for the past half hour, I had really been feeling the effects of the flight. There’s no direct way to get from Los Angeles to Erbil, Kurdistan—it’s not exactly a common route—so I’d been traveling for a full day. But underneath the physical discomfort was an excitement that was propelling me forward every bit as much as the plane was.
Most everyone in my life thought I was crazy for making this trip and they weren’t shy about telling me. But what did they know? They didn’t understand the magnetic pull I felt to come here. I needed to help. These broken and lost people had endured so much. The closer the plane floated toward solid earth, the surer I felt of the reasons I had willingly plucked myself out of what was, by all accounts, my perfect American dream existence, and placed myself into what some would consider the heart of darkness.
Darkness; it is an interesting state. To be totally devoid of all light. Sometimes we must walk into the darkness in order to understand what light really is. I wasn’t new to darkness. I had come face-to-face with it for the first time sixteen years prior, when I had glanced up at my gaunt, sickly reflection in the bathroom mirror after a weeklong bender and found that my inner light had been fully eclipsed by the darkness of my methamphetamine addiction. As any recovering meth addict will tell you, meth, more so than any other drug, steals your soul and robs you of your common sense. You’re totally sleep deprived, not eating, drinking very little water, so your gas tank is on empty but you’re running around thinking you’re the smartest person in the room. At the time, I was twenty years old and I simply couldn’t understand how I had gone from being a walk-on for the basketball team at Fordham University to a zombie who was completely out of touch with reality and existing in a state of pure paranoia. It actually got to the point that I was convinced I was possessed by the devil. It was bad; I was completely out of control. It would still be a while after I caught that terrifying reflection of myself before I would get sober, but everything else that has happened in my life has been a direct result of my own, personal journey out of the darkness of addiction.
Shaking the memory from my mind, I lurched forward as the airplane’s brakes did their duty to slow the plane’s velocity along the tarmac, the seat belt keeping me firmly in my now gently bouncing seat. Back to reality, I thought as I brought my mental focus back to the here and now. An alternate universe was a more apt description, I realized, as I exited the plane and was quickly ushered down the steps by a group of men wearing black suits—all packing heat—and escorted to a nondescript SUV with bulletproof windows. In a matter of seconds, we were flying down the airport road. It might have looked like something out of a movie, but it’s a little more unnerving in person than on the big screen. We arrived at a nearby building where I went through customs. At my first opportunity, I asked for the restroom, and they pointed to a door. I headed over.
As I turned the doorknob, my mind wasn’t on the facilities inside. Not at all. There was something far more urgent I needed to take care of first. I’ve lost count of how many times I’d engaged in this exact ritual (probably in the neighborhood of two thousand), but I’ll never forget the first time. It’d been twelve years ago now—hard to imagine. If only I’d known then that it would become such a mainstay in my life, I would have thought twice about starting it in a bathroom, but really, it’s the most logical place. Wherever you go in life—houses, grocery stores, airports, music venues, movie sets—there’s most likely going to be a bathroom and it’s most likely going to afford you at least a little privacy. (But not enough, apparently, because I’ve certainly had a few people look at me like I was crazy over the years and I still get a little embarrassed.)
This restroom was standard—there were several stalls, a bank of sinks, and a full-length mirror near the door. Perfect. I set down my bags, pulled two towels from the dispenser, gently wiped the floor, got down on my knees in front of a sink, and closed my eyes for a moment. This is the first part of my ritual I do before each new endeavor, and it’s symbolic of humility. I was there in Kurdistan to serve others, not to celebrate myself. I approach all of my work that way. Getting down on our knees has, for centuries, been a physical reminder of connecting with our spiritual selves, with God, or whatever higher being in which we believe. I’ve found that to be true for me. It is a compelling way to silence my ego, dissolve any fears, and detach myself from the outcome, because as long as I’m acting within my own authenticity, the outcome does not matter.
I then stood back to my feet and looked at myself in the mirror—this is the second part of my routine. Being six feet, six inches tall and the only American around, I was pretty tough to miss, but if anyone who walked into the bathroom took notice of my odd behavior, it was unbeknownst to me. I was deep in it. There had been a time when this whole thing would have felt ridiculous to me. That was no longer the case, though, as it had become positively essential.
I continued to stare deeply into my own eyes in the mirror. Though it was tough to ignore the black bags under my eyes after the long flight, or the lines and creases that had formed along the edges, slowly the aesthetics became invisible to me. The point of this exercise is to look past all of the exterior distractions and straight into my soul. I was checking in with myself, making sure I was fully connected and acting out of authenticity before taking one more step on this journey.
It’s a simple ritual—staring at one’s self in the mirror as a mental check-in—but it’s profound. That’s one thing I’ve learned along the way; the simple acts can be the most powerful ones in our lives. I knew that as long as I took the time to enter into this meditative state, to center myself, and ensure I’m making decisions that are rooted in my spiritual truth, that I will be able to show up as the best version of myself and have complete focus on my client. In other words, it helps me approach each situation selflessly.
So, I stood there in that Kurdish public restroom, inches from the mirror, gazing into my own eyes when, just as it’d happened many times before, I could see a mental image of some of the people I’d worked with in the past, like a tapestry of faces unfolding before me. You see, as much as this ritual is about looking into my own soul, memories of other people come to mind because they help me connect with my own authenticity, my purpose, and my passion. These are people with whom I’ve been in the trenches, and I am deeply grateful for those experiences.
The image that came to the forefront of my mind’s eye that day was that of Wyatt, a rotund, wealthy CEO, his cheeks flushed with rage, his eyes swollen and bloodshot. This was probably the fiftieth intervention I’d done in my career, and it was many years ago, but I’m still haunted by this particular case. Sarah, Wyatt’s desperate wife, terrified of the husband she barely knew anymore, had asked me to come to their home and put an end to the violence. This once loving father had choked her out as their four children had watched in horror. His business was failing as employees grew weary of cowering in the corner while he seethed and spat in vicious tirades. His anger had become a runaway train, and no one knew how far off the rails he might go. But even in that first call with Sarah, I knew I was the right fit for this situation.
In preparation for the intervention, I had to go shopping. Sarah had warned me that I’d never have a shot if I didn’t wear a suit and tie. An odd request, but I’d followed her instructions nonetheless, in the hopes it would earn me at least a little respect with this egotistical character. So, there I was, dressed to the nines in a borrowed suit (I couldn’t afford one of my own back then), standing in the gilded foyer of the colonial mansion, waiting.
Then, suddenly, I could hear his loud footsteps coming down the hallway. The tension in the room immediately heightened and grew with each echoing footfall ringing through the house.
He appeared in the foyer and immediately furrowed his brow when he saw me but remained silent. Wyatt then began to slowly circle me like a hungry lion, watching me through squinted eyes. Finally, he asked through gritted teeth, Who are you and why are you trespassing in my home?
I’m Mike, and your wife invited me, so I’m not trespassing. Nice to meet you, by the way.
My wife, huh? Well, she isn’t going to stop me from kicking your ass out that door,
Wyatt spat back at me.
If I go, she goes,
I replied calmly. Sarah nodded in agreement, empowered by my presence—I was essentially acting as her protector.
Wyatt took two quick strides over to me, and in a flash, we were literally nose-to-nose. Just who the hell do you think you are? Get out NOW!
he bellowed. I gave him a smirk and rather than continuing in this staredown, I sauntered over to the fancy sofa, kicked off my fresh-from-the-box, shiny, black leather shoes I’d bought just for this day, propped my feet up on the ottoman, and spread my arms wide on the pillows. I responded in that way because I’d learned that if something is not working, you don’t force it, and with a guy like this, you have to be uncontrollable and just ridiculous enough to knock him off balance. Sort of meeting the madness where it is.
Do you have any tea?
I was really trying to annoy him, and it worked. Wyatt looked at me like I had two heads.
Sarah, ever the hostess, replied, Sure. We have black tea.
Any herbal teas? Peppermint?
I could see Wyatt was starting to lose it. This was perfect. I wanted to provoke him because under that pissed-off façade is where the pain lives. The quicker we could get to the pain, the quicker we could make some progress.
No, sorry, we only have black tea,
she said.
Really? Wow. You’d think, with a mansion like this, you’d have every kind of tea imaginable. All right, black tea is fine. Oh, and honey please.
She turned toward the kitchen.
Boom. Wyatt went nuclear.
"Are you seriously going to allow this man, this stranger, to get involved in our private affairs?" Wyatt had rounded on his wife, but she stood her ground, unwavering.
You’re damned right I am. And you’re going to sit down and listen to what he’s got to say, or I’m taking the kids, walking out that door and that’ll be the last you see of us.
Surprising even herself, she caught my eye, and I winked. Just like when we’d practiced earlier, she’d nailed it. The words seemed to just flow out of her.
It had only been twenty-four hours since our initial meeting, and it was in that sit-down that she’d made some key realizations. She realized that her kids had seen their dad passed out on the floor too often. She realized that they were learning that women deserved to be demeaned and abused. She realized that she had allowed this vampire to suck the life out of her. She realized she and her kids deserved better. And most of all, she realized she no longer wanted to be a part of the problem.
Wyatt was reeling. He couldn’t wrap his head around how he’d lost his manipulative power over his usually subservient wife. Red-faced, he stomped to the kitchen. The house fell silent as we awaited his next move. He returned with a highball in hand.
Scotch. Is that your favorite?
I asked.
Takes the edge off.
Wyatt took a drink, sat down, loosened his tie. Nice shoes,
he quipped, with more than a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
Thanks! I appreciate the compliment from someone who probably has a room devoted to his shoes,
I said, but thinking to myself how I’d only bought this pair the day before, since I’d never needed a pair of decent shoes for an intervention before.
Looking around the room, I saw an elevator in the distance. Nice elevator. Who has an elevator in their house?
I asked. Humor serves to break the ice, but it’s also a risky move. Wyatt gave me a side eye.
"I do. And it’s a pain in the ass. Been stuck in that damn thing one too many times."
The conversation went on and seemed to be productive for a while, but one scotch quickly turned into five and Wyatt’s ego took the controls when I moved the discussion toward the game plan, which started with him going to rehab. He became belligerent, as I expected, and so Sarah took the kids and went to a hotel. She’d threatened to leave dozens of times before, but that night she’d followed through, having already packed her suitcases in case this very thing happened.
It wasn’t so much the sight of his family walking out as just how easy it’d been for them to go that rattled Wyatt. Like any narcissist, he thrived on people being afraid of him. But they weren’t afraid anymore. And that terrified him.
I have some business deals I need to see through. I can’t just up and disappear.
I’ve got a place in mind where you can have access to phone and email. You’d be able to keep the business going.
Long pause.
Okay. But not tonight. In the morning.
Pick you up at eight.
Sure enough, the next morning, we’d sat shoulder to shoulder in the backseat of a car, on the way to a brand-new chapter in Wyatt’s life.
I blinked the memory away, refocusing on the present moment, and said my mantra out loud: You got this.
This mantra has evolved over the years—it started as believe in yourself,
then it was you’re lovable,
be yourself,
then you’re enough,
speak your truth,
you’re exactly where you need to be,
I love you,
and now it’s you got this.
The ritual always stays the same, but the mantra changes. I started this whole ritual when, in my early twenties, I’d felt helplessly in over my head at my very first intervention. Everything had gone wrong that day—my printer was out of ink, and I hadn’t memorized the speech the company I was then working for required I give to the family. It was one thing after another, and by the time it was over, the family called and asked for their money back, citing my inexperience. But I felt good regardless because I was connected with my best self.
That time, and every time since, my ritual has given me just what I needed—the feeling like I’ve already won, regardless of the outcome, because I was doing my work out of a true and deep desire to help others. I couldn’t control or predict their actions, but I could be sure that I was always acting from that genuine place within myself, and that I am enough.
I took a deep breath, grabbed my belongings off the bathroom floor, met my security team outside the door, and we continued onward; we had a lot of ground to cover yet. Getting from point A to point B in Kurdistan wasn’t exactly as straightforward as my usual commute back in Hollywood, even with the reality that is LA traffic. That said, I felt at home here. There’s really no place that’s more welcoming than Kurdistan—they accept and embrace all religions and all people. That is why so many people have sought refuge in this region. I’d spoken with my Kurdish guide a handful of times on the phone before arriving, so I had a sense of where I’d be going and who I’d be meeting, but still, it’s difficult to prepare oneself for entering into a refugee camp on the other side of the world. What I knew for sure was that I needed a break from my usual clientele, at least for a little while, and to put my abilities to use in a new way.
I have always achieved balance in my life by seeking out the polar opposite of my current reality. The dichotomy keeps me grounded and grateful. For the most part, my recent clients had been celebrities who had every imaginable resource available to them, whereas the people here had seen their homes destroyed by missiles, had watched their families be murdered, and were stripped of everything except what they could carry on their backs. But this trip wasn’t merely the result of picking a place in the world where people needed help and going there to act as some kind of savior. In fact, I knew it was highly unlikely I’d really be able to accomplish much of anything for these people over just the next week.
I’d visited this part of the world before; eight years prior, I’d felt drawn to Afghanistan because I just had a feeling that the way that region was being characterized in the American media—as overrun with terrorists, where everyone is a radical—couldn’t be accurate. I just had to see for myself. Furthermore, that was the opium capital of the world, and I wanted to see firsthand what that looked like. I’m an experiential learner, and when I want to be educated on something, I need to be immersed in it. On that Afghanistan trip, I visited rehabs and detox centers, and in some of them, barbaric methods were being used to get people off heroin. They’d just chain people down and leave them to shake, cry, and writhe in pain as their body detoxified of the harsh drugs to which they were severely addicted. It was harrowing. They desperately needed modern and medically sound detoxification and rehabilitation services. (I haven’t been to that particular region again in a few years, so it could be that they now offer better treatment modalities, but at the time, that’s what was going on in some facilities because they just didn’t have the resources they needed.) What I gained from that trip and every other that has followed is a deeper understanding of the people’s needs there, and that helping them is part of a larger purpose for my life.
When I sat down with government officials to gain a better understanding of the dire situation, I learned that Kurdistan, since the beginning of the war against ISIS, had been the most welcoming territory for refugees including the Yazidi Kurds, Christians, and Syrians. These folks left their homes after many of their families had been killed by terrorists. There were thousands of orphans. These were scenes we saw on the evening news, or on the front pages of newspapers, but it was finally time to witness for myself what exactly the refugee crisis looked like in real life.
As we pulled up to the dusty camp made up of rows and rows of rudimentary tents with tattered clothing hanging from lines between them, I was immediately struck by the number of children racing around, laughing and squealing with delight. They kicked a faded soccer ball that was splitting at the seams, and it was through that image that I was able to understand—against all odds, there was hope here. There was light.
When the car came to a stop near the camp, I got out and began walking around, and the children, with their dusty hair and threadbare clothes, immediately flocked to me. I knew many of them were orphans, and though their reality appeared bleak, I could see just a clear sense of happiness. That innocent wonder in their eyes had not been lost. Those with the least in terms of worldly possessions seemed to possess the most hope. I’d come here to help them, and already, just hours into my journey, I knew I was on the receiving end of this gift. My heart was filled and brimming over.
I share this story with you because it was the physical manifestation of a mental and emotional connection with my authentic self. Years prior, if you’d told me I’d be going to Kurdistan, I wouldn’t have any more believed you than if you’d said I’d be colonizing the moon. But that’s the kind of incredible and unexpected thing that happens when you’re living a life that is congruent with who you really are.
Sometimes following your authenticity means taking a leap of faith and not fully understanding where it’s going to take you. When I got on that plane, I was not at all sure of my goal. I knew I wanted to help a vast community of people who had been victimized by war, though the steps toward achieving that were hazy at best. But once I was standing there in that camp, surrounded by orphaned children, I wanted to do whatever I could to create and contribute to programs that would prevent those kids from being brainwashed into becoming the next generation of terrorists. They were so vulnerable, so defenseless, like tiny minnows surrounded by bloodthirsty sharks. If I could just give them access to counseling and help them build up their self-worth, they might be less likely to fall prey to the terrorist groups. The pieces of the puzzle became clearer to me on that trip, and it’s a continuing journey fueled by my desire to help change the course of their lives.
What does all this mean for you? I want you to realize that the journey is the destination. We, all of us, are constantly evolving and transforming, and we have no idea what, who, or where we’ll be at the end of our transformation. And along the way, should you uncover any darkness—which I define as an area where you are living out of sync with your best self—then our job is to shine the light and get you realigned.
Part of the reason I know I can help you accomplish this is that I’ve done it in my own life. As I shared with you earlier, there was a time that I was living anything but an authentic life, as I was in the grip of a bad drug addiction. Though I’d sincerely tried to get clean many times before with outpatient programs, I hadn’t understood why I kept relapsing on drugs. I would buy crystal meth, do a line, then flush the rest down the toilet and swear to myself that was the last time—it was over and done. Then, just three days later, I’d be buying another bag of drugs. I had zero understanding of chemical dependencies and could not wrap my mind around why I kept returning to the drugs. I painted my apartment red, convinced I was possessed by the devil. I believed there was a camera embedded in the peephole of my door, watching me at all times. I thought that if I just stopped using meth, that meant I was sober. My life was in shambles, and I was utterly powerless. This happened again and again, until finally I knew without a doubt that I had to check myself into rehab. That’s what I did, and I followed every recommendation down to the letter that time, because I wanted to give myself the best possible shot at recovery. In recovery, I finally got a road map for doing that. It was grueling, and it took months, but I did crawl out of that darkness of addiction.
As a sober man, I was finally able to connect with my authenticity. And boy, did things ever turn around after that! Despite having never done well in school before, I suddenly discovered a passion for learning everything I could about drug and alcohol rehabilitation. And out of that newfound passion, I found the confidence to build a thriving business on my own and help lots of people along the way.
I’ve spent about half of my career in the trenches with people who are at their lowest points, helping them dig their way out. For the other half of my career, I’ve helped people who weren’t necessarily at low points but who knew they could be happier in life and just didn’t know where to start. Many of those clients came to me in unexpected ways, and I believe opportunities have arisen in my life because I stay open to them. I like that balance of working with people who are facing different types of problems; I seek balance in all areas of my life. It gives me a broad perspective, and it also means that no matter where you’re starting from, I can meet you there and help take you to where you want to go because I believe there are some universal laws of living that apply to all of us.
I’m willing to bet most of the people I’ve worked with were way worse off than you are right now. I started out as an alcohol and drug abuse counselor, and I worked at some of the most prestigious rehabilitation facilities in the country. I then shifted and became an interventionist. That means people would call me when someone in their life was completely unwilling to change. These interventions were often very volatile situations. No one expects to come home to see their