Don't Fire Your Inner Critic. Hire It.

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Name Before Tame — A Name With No Horse (AI image courtesy of © BeforeRules.com™)

I thought it was my voice. It was my jockey.

"On The First Part Of My Journey" For years, I believed that 'little voice' was just me.

Not someone else's voice.

Me. Mine.

It felt like fate.

No. It felt like fact.

The Plan Was Mine. The Vote Was His: The voice in my head spoke only when I failed. When 'it' said, "You're going to screw this up," I took that as fact, not commentary.

So I did not question 'it.'

<<Rattaboy: "Hey! Why bother writing this? Who is going to read this?">>

Sometimes I thought I did something great, a real 'Thattaboy' event.

'Thattaboy' — Never: Nope.

Criticism… Yep. Praise… No.

It never showed up for the ' Thattaboy' moments. It didn't provide a victory lap for the wins; it only provided criticisms for the stumbles.

I asked why.

<<Rattaboy: "Hey!…