Sometimes I really am my own worst enemy. My inner critic seems to never shut up! No matter how hard I try, it is never enough. Perfection has some how become the only acceptable standard. If I spoke to anyone else the way I speak to myself, inside my own head, I would be considered abusive.
Inner resistance and anxiety makes me feel like I’m a prisoner.
Until I realize – oh yah – there may be bars on the windows, but the door is unlocked.
The only one keeping me in prison, is…me…
I am the prisoner AND also the jailer!
Freedom is closer than you think! What would it take to just walk out that door; the door of the prison you have built yourself, in your own head?