Fear, self-doubt, imposter syndrome, inadequacy…you know the sort of thing I’m talking about. The feelings that stop you – me – from following our intuition and our ideas. These feelings, I’ve decided, with some advice and prompting from literary wise women, are the life blood of our inner critic and in order to fight back I have to give him a face and name. <o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>Knowledge is power and now that I know him I can whip out my wild woman superpowers and kick his arse.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>He looks like this only more weasley.
His name is <st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city> (apologies to any cool <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Normans</st1:place></st1:city> out there but me and your name have some history and it really works for me).<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>Frankly Norman, you’re a joke.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>While I wasn’t changing the locks on old Normy this weekend I was busy thinking about how I could help myself, and maybe others, remember their wildness. These are what I came up with.<o:p></o:p>
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<o:p> </o:p>They’re prototypes, unvarnished and unpackaged as yet, but they will be available before long. They’re <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Norman</st1:place></st1:city>’s kryptonite (although I don’t recall him ever looking good in a leotard and tights).
Happy Monday
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