Quiet The Critic


When it comes to building my coaching practice, I keep telling myself I don't know what to do. I tell myself it's too hard, it's too scary, I'll screw up.

All distractions. I'm so good at distractions.

My brain likes to keep me in a protective little bubble. I call it the Bubble of Safety.

It's an imaginary bubble. It doesn't exist, except in my brain. My brain is a slippery little sucker. I start to tell myself all the reasons why this isn't going to work, and that I should just go get a job.

The excuses rush in.

The reasons why I should quit seem valid.

I start to believe them.

I start to doubt what I'm doing, and how I'm doing it.

I become my own obstacle.

I use doubt and confusion to muddy the waters.

I tell myself I can't do this, I’m not cut out for this, I’m not strong enough.

That couldn't be further from the truth.

I keep analyzing, over-analyzing, and analyzing why I’m analyzing.

My head hurts and I'm tired.

Chocolate sounds good.

Maybe I could bury my thoughts in some cake.

This isn’t me.

I mean, it is…. but it isn’t.