It's safe to say, that at some point in our lives, we've crossed paths with a critic. Ya know, the type that seems to enjoy pointing out every conceivable error of our ways?
These critics have the potential to push every single one of our buttons if we let them. I mean, who the hell wants their so-called flaws hi-lighted? Nonetheless, what if, unbeknownst to them, these critics are actually helping us by poking their finger in our wounds? As much as we'd like to kick them right in the slats, I think instinctively we kinda sense that if we're triggered, there must be something unresolved within us that needs some processing.
Critics tend to instigate emotional reactions, and as these feelings begin bubbling up to the surface, we sometimes want to grab hold of anything that will keep us from drowning in the depths of our own anguish. Let's be honest, processing our shit is the scariest fucking journey we will ever take! It involves facing our fears, our insecurities, our pain, our trauma.
However, if we persevere and face these challenges, this inner delving will eventually lead us right through the eye of the needle - the point where we let go of the fear and slip beyond those dark places within ourselves and out the other side. It is then, that we may begin to appreciate the gifts these critics have presented to us. It is then, that our own inner-critic exhales into sweet slumber and it is then, that we stand solid, no longer triggered by the opinion of others.
It is the exquisite journey back to our power.