Don't Fire Your Inner Critic. Hire It. Press enter or click to view image in full size Image by the author Name Before Tame — A Name With No Horse (AI image courtesy of © BeforeRules.com™) I thought it was my voice. It was my jockey. "On The First Part Of My Journey" For years, I believed that 'little voice' was just me. Not someone else's voice. Me. Mine. It felt like fate. No. It felt like fact. The Plan Was Mine. The Vote Was His: The voice in my head spoke only when I failed. When 'it' said, "You're going to screw this up," I took that as fact, not commentary. So I did not question 'it.' <<Rattaboy: "Hey! Why bother writing this? Who is going to read this?">> Sometimes I thought I did something great, a real 'Thattaboy' event. 'Thattaboy' — Never: Nope. Criticism… Yep. Praise… No. It never showed up for the ' Thattaboy' moments. It didn't provide a victory lap for the wins; it only provided criticisms for the stumbles. I asked why. <<Rattaboy: "Hey!…