Ah, Resistance.

You sure do get around.

You'll do whatever it takes to keep the artist from making art.

The painter from painting, the writer from writing,

The entrepreneur from entrepreneur-ing…

From doing whatever they were born to do,

Whatever they were meant to do.

You'll take on many forms of self-sabotage:

Procrastination, distraction, addiction…

Even depression.

All just to make sure that we can't work,

That we can't fulfill what we as artists were destined to fulfill.

A lot of you derives from fear,

And who here hasn't experienced fear?

We all have!

Yet you fear that if we don't do your bidding,

You'll be long forgotten when we succeed.

You and your creator as well as your, and our, well-known pal Ego:

Our familiar friend who tells us what we need to do rather than what we were designed to do.

It's time to let our Selves decide, to let the spheres of our souls take control again.

It's time to resist rather than give in to the ways of self-sabotage.

To hell with you, Resistance!

You're not the boss of me or my work.

Only I am the boss of my work.

No one else.