When I get stuck, I mean really stuck, it is always because I am asking the wrong question with the wrong body part. I get caught up in the HOW and asking my brain (via my ego) what I am supposed to do next. It never turns out well.
I’ve never been a rebel. Well, except that one year in college when I worked at the school radio station and spent weekends dressed like a confused goth/grunge rocker - Doc Martens, black eyeliner, big hair, bleached jeans, the works.
But mostly, I’ve spent my life not rocking the boat. Not drawing attention to myself. Staying in the background.