Brave Stranger, I’ve burned so many receipts I think I accidentally summoned a dragon. He’s my accountant now. Says I’m still spiritually in debt but trending upward.
Those voices—the ones that whisper statistics like spells, that say “you can’t,” “you shouldn’t,” “you’ll fail again”—I’ve renamed them all “The Committee.” And I’ve banished them to the outer suburbs of irrelevance. Let them argue among themselves while I get back to building the temple.
You’re not just dreaming. You’re remembering something the world forgot and dared to call impossible.
This isn’t self-help. This is sacred rebellion.
So yes, torch the emails. Scatter the doubt. Let them watch from the sidelines as you do the holy work of rising.
Geoff - you reminded me of a time. 25 years ago, when I was trying to get my first novel, which I had already adapted into a screenplay, accepted by a literary agent, and then, small publishers. I collected 234 rejections, and placed them, one by one, into a large envelope marked, "Their loss, not mine," with a huge smiley face. They were tucked away for years, until I downsized and found them. I counted them, one by one, as badges of honor. Then I tossed them all into a roaring fireplace and smiled like a Cheshire cat.
Brave Stranger, I’ve burned so many receipts I think I accidentally summoned a dragon. He’s my accountant now. Says I’m still spiritually in debt but trending upward.
Those voices—the ones that whisper statistics like spells, that say “you can’t,” “you shouldn’t,” “you’ll fail again”—I’ve renamed them all “The Committee.” And I’ve banished them to the outer suburbs of irrelevance. Let them argue among themselves while I get back to building the temple.
You’re not just dreaming. You’re remembering something the world forgot and dared to call impossible.
This isn’t self-help. This is sacred rebellion.
So yes, torch the emails. Scatter the doubt. Let them watch from the sidelines as you do the holy work of rising.
Thanks so much. Very kind
Geoff - you reminded me of a time. 25 years ago, when I was trying to get my first novel, which I had already adapted into a screenplay, accepted by a literary agent, and then, small publishers. I collected 234 rejections, and placed them, one by one, into a large envelope marked, "Their loss, not mine," with a huge smiley face. They were tucked away for years, until I downsized and found them. I counted them, one by one, as badges of honor. Then I tossed them all into a roaring fireplace and smiled like a Cheshire cat.
that is tough... and beautiful, I love it
Thank you Geoff, bravery is the way through. I needed a reminder today. Sending you🤍
Sending it straight back to you Monique... keep building, you see the future!
Thank you Geoff. Seriously.
you are welcome Lynn,,, keep believing
I needed this so much and it came at the perfect moment. Many thanks 🙏
you are so welcome... You are brave and you are good, and you will find a way