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Calming my Inner Critic
I have noticed a direct correlation between my desire to make a good impression and my inability to relax and be myself. Pablo Neruda, one of my favorite poets, eloquently describes this phenomenon in the verse below from his poem, “We are Many” When everything seems to be set to show me off as a man of intelligence, the fool I keep concealed on my person takes over my talk and occupies my mouth. On other occasions, I am dozing in the midst of people of some distinction,