What do you do with the critics?

There it is!

That feeling.

It’s up my spine and in between my shoulder blades.

My throat?

It’s tight.

Damn tight.

Tighter than the nuts on a bridge.

The voice?

You know, that voice.

That ongoing story in the background in your head?

Yeah.

I’ve got one too.

It’s likely saying different shit.

But it’s there going non stop.

And this voice is getting noisy.

Those sensations in my body?

When they show up and connect with that voice in my head things get nasty.

That voice in my head becomes very unhelpful.

It tells me all sorts of nasty stuff:

What the hell did you just do?

What were you thinking?

Who the hell do you think you are doing this work?

They’re eventually going to catch you.

You’re doing it wrong and you’re going to get in trouble.

Man, that little jerk?

That dirty little rat faced jerk of a voice?

That voice sometimes doesn’t shut up.

ESPECIALLY EVERY TIME I’M FACED WTIH DOING SOMETHING NEW

(like finishing the book)

Big doubts? Your inner critic? This is what Steven Pressfield calls “The Resistance”. It’s …