Did you ever feel you don’t get your thoughts sorted. I did, this week. I just didn’t get the words out. It’s not about the extraordinary, it’s about getting anything out. If you don’t do that, you won’t even know whether it’s great or not. We, I in particular, tend to believe my inner critic. It’s never good enough.
The inner critic is the most selfish being on earth, as I used to say. It wants to be kept warm, wants to be sherished, but in return? Nothing but doubts.
Tell it ti shut up and go for the extraordinary. One step at a time.