I've never been a fan of the self esteem movement. I'm more of a pull your self up by your boot strap kind of girl. Working hard feels good and gets results. If you want to feel good you have to do good. I like doing good. I like working hard and loosing myself in something productive. That doesn't happen when my inner critic is leaning over my shoulder telling me how and where I don't measure up. The funny thing about my inner critic is that it never tells me anything useful, it's just critical. It's just mean. There you have it, my inner critic is a bully. I like learning things and getting better at others. Writing falls into that category. I don't know what will come of this book. It's the right thing for me to do, so I'm doing it...without my inner critic.
Here's a thought, what would you do if you turned off your inner critic? What risk would you take, what new thing would you try? The older we get the louder the critic becomes. We're too old, too young, too fat, too thin, too poor, too something. Maybe just for today we can turn off our inner critic and embrace ourselves and each other flaws and all. Maybe just for today we can turn off our inner critic and practice compassion and understanding. Maybe just for today we can turn off our inner critic and practice honor and humility. I don't know for sure, but I suspect that we would all be a little happier. After all, it's either fear or love, baby.