Inner Critic

So what did you do tonight? I gave my inner critic a name. Her name is Ethel! She's the queen of double standards. She's rather untidy and her idea of dressing up is bedroom slippers, sweats, and a stretched out sweater. She can never remember where she puts things and her idea of a job well done is "a lick and a promise". You can't read her handwriting and she's too busy critisizing me to do any art herself. Or anything else for that matter. She tells me, I can't do anything right, why bother, my handwriting is terrible, and the only art I can do is worthy for outhouse walls! The nerve of her. She also has a way of expection perfection from me and really likes to gloat over when she gets me to give up. I tried to take a picture of her but she's pretty crafty at avoiding the camera. I'm probably going to have to sit down and do a picture from memory. It might take a day or two as she always sticks her nose in everything even when she's not wanted!!! Sound familiar? Drop a line and tell me about your inner critic and we can commiserate together. If you can catch your critic on camera though I'm telling you, it's next to impossible!