If I would always listen to my thoughts, I would never get anything done. All I get from thought is:
1) Fantasies how great everything is going to be, and then
2) a devastating critique how what I am doing is not meeting the standard from point 1)
The funny thing is that my hands seem to know what to do. They “want” to do move and do something fun.
I just have to step out of the way and let them do their thing.
Heck, I don’t even know how they are typing this text…