Inside my brief six year absence from performing I began to think I was afraid of what people would think or, probably more accurately, worried that they'd have no thoughts whatsoever about me. In the hours approaching my first performance as The Belief Cycle, I found myself not worried at all at what people would think. I actually believed people were going to enjoy the performance even if it didn't meet my own unattainable standard. I realized all this time I wasn't worried about others' minds, I was worried about my own. Facing my fears and having to live with the inner enemy that wants me to quit and tried to sabotage this performance at every step.
He's not too opposed to me doing things that I already know. He gets pretty militant about pushing the boundaries. The "War of Art" is a fantastic book in which the author names this inner enemy and all forces that work against the completion of your dreams. . .
One battle against the Resistance down. War follows. . .