Quieting Your Inner Critic By Erik Beerbower Everyday I hear the voices. Some days I can squash them like blood sucking mosquitoes, other days they roll right over me like those big boulders chasing Indiana Jones. I have learned to cope with them, accepting that doubt, criticism and anxiety will always be waiting in line to talk to me. My voices ask a lot of questions. “Are you cut out for this?” “Do you think anyone will buy that?” “How can you sell more art?” They seem to get louder towards the end and beginning of the each month. They are intimately tangled around my bills, like kudzu on a tree in the summer. |
Normal 0 Steward of Wishes Erik Beerbower Every once and a while life pauses. Reflection sets in, and the reality of the moment smacks you over the head and humbles you. In my case, I have been brought to my knees and humbled by pond scum. |
The Way of Duct Tape By Erik Beerbower In 210 BC the emperor of Qin, Qin Shi Huangdi was buried with 8,000 terracotta warriors and horses to protect him in the afterlife. That got me thinking about my inevitable departure from this world. I started to wonder what I would want to be buried with. After all, if you believe in the afterlife, having what you need for your next spiritual role could be vital. I certainly do not need an army to protect me, but I definitely could use several rolls of duct tape. |
The Importance of Creative Friendships By Erik Beerbower Rainy days are good days to catch a movie. Chris picked me up early so we could tailgate before the start of Ghost Rider. We stopped at the first convenient store to pick up some 22 oz Heinekens and headed to the theater. We parked, poured are beers into plastic cups and listened to Rush’s “they call me the working man” on a head bangers banquet compilation. |
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