For most of my life I I’ve believed I’m brilliant.  I guess it never really occurred that you might have to create something brilliant before you’re brilliant.   But I always felt I was unique enough that I must be brilliant.  And then walking the streets on a saturday night eating chocolate raisins out of a plastic container, it occurred to me:  What if I’m just some guy?

I thought how I might act differently, think differently, see things differently.   I thought, I have no reason to believe I’m brilliant.  There’s no way I could know that now.  And maybe you don’t get to tell yourself what you are.  Maybe you let yourself show you.

Challenging this self imposed identity felt oddly freeing.
Once you realize that preconceived notions about yourself are actually inhibiting you, its hard not to let go.

Maybe I’ll be free enough to be myself.