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My inner critic is this kid that I use to be. She’s kind of a snot but smart and always does things she’s told not to do. She sits in her little rocking chair with a book on her lap and clucks her tongue when I try things or start to feel good about something I’ve done. She’s so judgmental and sometimes I just want to slap her. But it doesn’t look good to slap a kid. She sneers at me and shakes her head every time I get an idea. “No one wants your crap. You’re just fooling yourself.”

Many times I tell her to shut up and get the hell out of my studio. If she won’t shut up I get more angry. But when it goes too far I give up. Then she’s won. So I try to control me to get that snotty kid to shut up. Some days the kid wins.

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Oh wow, Laura, this is some good writing AND some amazing thought-provoking-ness. The aging inner critic! I will have to give some thought as to what mine looks like.

Surely there is a middle ground between Milly and Maude, and I think that's what I want to achieve. More Milly than Maude, though. Milly sounds kind of fun.

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Milly was pretty fun, she just sometimes lost control of the fun a bit!

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