Been thinking a bit about how we tend to limit ourselves… it’s a bit cliche, but often our biggest obstacle to fulfilling ourselves is, er. Ourselves.
Which is obviously ridiculous. If you talked the way you talk to yourself to me, I doubt we’d be friends. If I heard any of the bad chat that goes on in my head coming from anyone else, there’s a strong chance they’d get a slap. It’s hard to stop if you’ve been doing it a while, but it’s extremely important not to be your own biggest bully. You’ll only limit yourself to a very small circle of comfort if you keep telling yourself how rubbish you are., and if you do that how are you ever going to write that play about the three old women and the magical rat of Old Street Station that you’ve always dreamed about? Hmm?