The other big mean dog that lurks, growls, and sulks around my brain is the one that says, " No, that's not good enough...that's not really a smart idea like the one that he just said."
I hate that lurker because he's always around to grab my tongue and freeze it up at just the wrong moment. He also is the one who tells me I'm stupid, even when I know I'm not.
I want the idea in me to be bold and big enough that it screeches by the lurker shifting from second gear into fifth taking my tongue by the reins and leaping out of my mouth and into all of the ears around me.
I hate that lurker because he's always around to grab my tongue and freeze it up at just the wrong moment. He also is the one who tells me I'm stupid, even when I know I'm not.
