Old ways of thinking have been getting in the way of my writing, causing me to feel like I don’t belong. Lately, I have so many creative tasks in the works, my inner trash-talker wants me to pump the breaks. Fear wants to slow me down.
It seems no matter how long I continue to write and develop content, no matter how far I move along this creative journey, I will always have to deal with the occasional negative chatter of my mind. The most recent commentary is the voice which brazenly demands, Who do you think you are? Because Old Me should never have emerged from her battered life feeling this brave or hopeful about her own capabilities. But New Me has something different to say about that.