Name Your Inner-Critic

Earlier this year, I decided to name my inner critic. At this point in my life, I am well aware of the critic and his games. His methods of keeping me standing one place, never putting myself out there, are tired and old. I am sick of them. So I figured that to approach this voice in my brain taunting me with anthems of “not good enough,” I needed to give him a proper name; otherwise he’d be just an ethereal feeling floating in the air.

I am a believer that giving something a name breaks some of its power. I’m all for breaking the power of my inner critic. I settled on the name Sid…