I never noticed just how much of a drama queen my mind is. Sure it rags on me constantly. But this. This was something else. Every morning, as part of my month of "getting it done" I write down what my brain thinks before starting my work. I find all the usual muck: "I'm too tired," and "I don't know how," are two favorites. But what's been really surprising is how quickly my mind throws up its hands in complete capitulation at the tiniest pimple of a bump. Like, the other day when the power went out. Or, the morning I slept in. Hardly, great impediments to not following through a decade-long dream. "You'll never finish this," says my mind "You'll loose momentum and won't get it back; you were right on the edge anyway." With a final sputter of "See, this is too hard." Is losing power for a couple of days, or only working for 30 minutes instead of 60, a good enough reason to give up a deep heart felt desire? Yes, my mind says, yes it is.
