My daughter went on a five-day school camping trip last week (wolves! snow! sand dunes!), and I wanted to get a lot done while she was away. I was accomplishing less than I thought I should–nothing new–so, of course, my internal critic was hanging around a lot.
I decided to capture the experience in a movie.
The scene: the inside of my brain (I know; it looks a lot like a sauna). The characters: me, all vulnerable in my bathing suit, and my internal critic, looking all prim in a trim suit. I think I held my own pretty well. See what you think:
