The most insidious lie anxiety tells it's victims, is that it is stronger and more powerful than they can ever hope to be. I make no secret about it - I've been there myself. At times it felt like I was tiny, being tossed around inside a wave. Overwhelmed by the sheer power of the forces around me - totally without control, no matter how hard I fought to swim against the current. There is, however, another side to this story. This wave is created by the brain, and the 'anxiet

Dictionary definition: "Lazy - Unwilling to work or use energy 1.1 Characterized by a lack of effort or activity 1.2 Showing a lack of care" (Oxford English Dictionary) In our society, ‘lazy’ is a dirty word. It stands counter to a lot of our modern ideals - “work hard and good things will come to you”. Lazy people are dimly regarded - seen as selfish, antisocial or somehow lacking as a person. I see things differently. I think we’ve lost the essence of this original meaning

As we go through our lives, we tell ourselves a story about who we are. Simple statements such as "I'm not creative". The mind likes certainty, so it looks for proof to support this narrative. But how often do we actually challenge these beliefs, especially when they hold us back? Too often I've heard people say they'd love to paint but "they just aren't creative". Oddly enough, I've never met a child who ISN'T creative. So what happens to that innate creativity as we grow up