“Last night for some reason I found myself thinking about my darkest hours as a writer. The period lasted about ten years, more if I include a contiguous stretch where I was too paralyzed to write at all.
Was it Resistance? Was that the foe?
No. The enemy was self-doubt. Or put another way, lack of self-belief.”
From Steven Pressfield:
I may be wrong but I have a feeling that’s the Big Enemy for all of us.
In a way, Resistance is self-doubt. That’s the form it takes. That’s the weapon it uses against us.
But self-doubt somehow transcends Resistance. It stands alone. It was there before we ever thought of being writers or artists or entrepreneurs.
Self-doubt cripples us. It maims us. It renders us impotent. It cuts us off from our powers.
And yet, crazy as this sounds, self-doubt is good.
In The War of Art, I found myself writing this:
The counterfeit innovator is wildly self-confident. The real one is scared to death.
In other words, self-doubt is an indicator. It’s the proof of a hidden positive. It’s the flip side of our dream.
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