After parking my car, I reached behind the seat for my umbrella. It was lightly raining, and I had a few blocks to walk to work this morning. Instead of laying hands on my blue and white striped golf umbrella, I pulled out my wife’s cute, curvy handled, butterfly umbrella.
At first, I thought I’d just risk the rain instead of sporting the adorable thing. A voice in my head said something like this:
You’ll look stupid with that frilly thing. What are you, little Bo Peep?
In a moment of clarity, I banished my inner critic, opened that lovely thing, and walked on. It was a good thing too. Not 2 minutes into my walk, the skies opened up dumping a small ocean on my head. I can only imagine the state I would have been in at the end of that walk. Dripping wet, I would have looked quite the sight; me, my wet clothes and bag justified only by that silly pride for the rest of the day.
Like me, what do you risk by listening to that inner critic?