thoughts

THE CENSOR

I’m sitting at the computer hoping something insightful will hit me. I long for a message that feels worthwhile enough to write that if someone happens to be willing to take time out of their busy life to read something that I have written, that the words that they read are somehow valuable to them. I sit here and seek a wisdom from some external source. I ask that I write with purpose.

My inner critic, that I refer to as “the Censor,” is raging within my mind.

In the deep recesses of my mind, the Censor shouts. It clamors on and shouting hateful things to me. It shouts a lengthy list of reasons I am a failure.

The Censor tells me why I shouldn’t try to write. The Censor tells me that I shouldn’t try anything …the Censor says I will always be rejected.

The result?

I sit with an aching body filled with tension and I stare at a blank screen.

I take a deep breath.

A quiet voice whispers from deep within me…

“Remember to be kind to yourself.”

I silence the Censor and I begin.