You suck.Your work is amateurish.You’ll never be as great as so-and-so.No one wants what you have to offer.You have no unique ideas.All of these scathing daggers are versions of the same insufferable refrain that your Inner Critic lives for: Who do you think you are?My yoga teacher calls it self-imposed resistance.My business mentor calls it Imposter Syndrome.My neurocoach calls them Automatic Negative Thoughts.I call it high time we laid that ish to rest.When the Buddha was still just a man, he set himself the task of meditating under the Bodhi tree for as long as it took to reach enlightenment.
During the next seven weeks, he was repeatedly visited by the demon god Mara, the lord of death and vices such as anger, pride, lust, and greed..
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