She was absolutely ready when the time was right and not a moment before. I’ve been turning her around for two years or more – often feeling like a failure; my inner critic’s loud and obnoxious voice tormenting me.Yesterday, feeling troubled and low, I reached out for her. I don’t know what happened, but my muse appeared and then everything flowed. I decided I am okay after all, that I can complete good enough work that is alive and comes from my soul.
Every time I post here, every time I share, it is a call out against my inner critic. And I am dressed too, in Frankincense and Myrrh, as I tell my story.