…and by “this one” I of course mean me.
The last few months have been nothing short of a constant battle (a mostly losing battle, it’s felt like) against that inner hell-demon many, most notably Steven Pressfield, refer to as Resistance. I tend to refer to it more specifically as self-resistance, but ultimately the name is irrelevant. Whatever you call it, the force is ever-present and opposing any kind of creative or soul-driven effort we try to make.
Why? Because it hates change and it wants us to hate change so we can coast along and stay cozy-comfortable without attempting anything that could allow ourselves and our souls to grow.