inner critic

Feel your feelings, experience them, then let them go. Don’t get stuck in your story.

Say Farewell To Fear

Sylvia van Bruggen, August 27, 2010

This morning I sat thinking that I forgotten something. Then suddenly I paled and realized that I forgot to post one of my articles here for Owning Pink, still brooding on the other! I immediately got taken over by all sorts of fears with my inner critic running rampant -- telling me how worthless I was for forgetting, and how I should be ashamed, and how I'm not really a writer. I just sat there and listened to that voice, just listening, not feeling. Then I smiled.

Facing the Inner Critic Committee

Joy Mazzola, June 16, 2010

Meeting My Inner Judge

Joy Mazzola, June 14, 2010

Yesterday I was on BART (the San Francisco bay area’s subway system), ironically on my way to a yoga immersion self-discovery workshop in San Francisco. I say "ironically" because about halfway there, I tuned into my thoughts (or, one voice among them) and was surprised by what I heard.

Letting Go When Things Go Wrong

Lissa Rankin, June 9, 2010

This week, I had some fabulous news, followed very shortly afterwards by some devastating news. You see, my first book Encaustic Art: The Complete Guide To Creating Fine Art With Wax appeared in the mail, hot off the presses. After six years of work (six years!) I finally held it in my hands, petting it, admiring it, and staring at it with a goofy grin like it was a newborn infant.

Finding Abundance By Facing Your Inner Critic

Dana Theus, April 20, 2010

I discovered recently that to release my inner critic - silencing his nattering in my ears - I had to meet him first.

I’m working on some big stuff; working to make big things happen for myself, my family, my clients and for Owning Pink. This is BIG STUFF and I realized that to make BIG STUFF happen I was going to need some BIG ALLIES and so I reached out to God, the Universe and Everything and made The Big Ask. I mean, why not? Isn't that what all the gurus say to do?

The New Success: Living With a Lack of Lack

Dana Theus, April 15, 2010

I’m roasting marshmallows as I write this. Alone.

We got this outside fire pit so that our family – beginning its orderly disintegration as our oldest approaches college age – would have an excuse to hang out together every once in a while. (I particularly enjoy it when my sons compete for who can make mom the best marshmallow.) But we rarely hang out here – or anywhere – together anymore. I seem to enjoy the fire pit more than anyone, and so here I sit alone at our symbol of togetherness, eating marshmallows I’m cooking myself.

And I’m unbelievably happy.