Feb 17, 2012 0
Sometimes, my demons tell me, “You’ll never write again. You’ll never paint again. Remember when you wanted to be an actor, you’ll never do THAT again. And forget about learning to dance. Or playing the guitar. Or singing. Or whatever…” They’ll tell me I’m too old, too fat, too weak, too tired, too busy, too poor, too lonely, just plain too much of a loser. It is a big ol’ ugly lie. Of course I can’t do everything. Not even Mozart or Picasso could do everything. They too, ended their work unfinished.
A tried and true technique for dealing with this kind of self doubt is to look back on what has been accomplished. Read the rest of this entry »