This morning, for no reason at all, I felt supremely discouraged about continuing a writing project that had really been on a roll. I'd been having the time of my life writing about creativity and overcoming the hurdles to creative expression, yet when I began to write this morning, it suddenly seemed absurd to be talking about creativity when I am an unknown nobody with no credentials in this subject area to my name. And to make matters worse I felt like a hypocrite because I had been yammering on about doing something simply because we love doing it without attachment to the outcome and my own resolve was wavering; the doubt became louder than the love. It seemed to me that I couldn’t walk my talk. I suspect that doubt is one of those things that will never fully vanish from our psyches as long as we are in these human suits navigating the realm of human experience. I used to spend a great deal of time trying to get to a place where fear, doubt, and insecurity no l
