Here’s the thing—I don’t really think it does work all that well in a milder setting, at least not until you’ve gone through the hypervigilant hell of the full-flavor version and only then got your anxiety back down. If you can’t set that dial to “placid equanimity” or anything in the same zipcode, and you don’t crank that dial all the way to near-max (to the point where it eventually just plain burns-in), then I posit that you won’t actually end up sufficiently desperate to find all your plan’s important flaws, and may well fail immediately to coalesce (if it’s set way too low) or just plain get overwhelmed and shut down/quit too soon (if it’s set only a little too low). You need to end up—at least at the start—in the land of anxiety-beyond-anxiety, apprised of the certain knowledge that there exists no correct direction but forwards but that all the wrong directions look a little like “forwards”, too.
Here’s the thing—I don’t really think it does work all that well in a milder setting, at least not until you’ve gone through the hypervigilant hell of the full-flavor version and only then got your anxiety back down. If you can’t set that dial to “placid equanimity” or anything in the same zipcode, and you don’t crank that dial all the way to near-max (to the point where it eventually just plain burns-in), then I posit that you won’t actually end up sufficiently desperate to find all your plan’s important flaws, and may well fail immediately to coalesce (if it’s set way too low) or just plain get overwhelmed and shut down/quit too soon (if it’s set only a little too low). You need to end up—at least at the start—in the land of anxiety-beyond-anxiety, apprised of the certain knowledge that there exists no correct direction but forwards but that all the wrong directions look a little like “forwards”, too.