It’s Goldberg’s monkey brain, Godin’s lizard brain, Pressfield’s self-sabotage.
Call it what you want. It doesn’t matter. We all feel it. It’s the immovable wall. The fear that tightens your heart. The paralysis that glues your feet to the floor. It’s losing your temper. Gossiping. It’s forays to the fridge, facebooking, tweeting, skydiving, trimming your wig, painting your bedroom again, learning new code. Anything to keep you away from writing, even a crisis. Especially a crisis.
The solution: Go after the thing that terrifies you the most. That’s the advice from the experts.
Create a ruckus. Be messy. Write drivel. But get out there.
No excuses.
We need your work.
Calvin says, “I want to go after a rabbit. Where do I find one in the city?” 
Calvin & Bloggie 
Very true. This is something we all need to hear again and again, but like the gospel it only makes any sense when the veil is lifted from our eyes. Until that happens we’ll continue to do the things we don’t really like and end up forgetting what it was we were made to do.
it is the thing that quickens the blood in our veins…that paralizes us in our beds as we lay in an unwanted heightened state of terrorizing fear….it is our hopes, our dreams, our future, our past, our present state of being…it is what makes us, it is what can destroy us….our desire. Let me run with wild abandon head first into the arms of that which can do much more to me than I could ever know….