One of the best things about using the internet is the ability to tell it like it is, expletives and all.

I first heard about “The Itty-Bitty-Shitty-Committee” from my friend, Corinne—-she nailed it with a name—for all that insidious and perpetual, massively self-critical head clatter. By naming this cacaphony, I think we have hit on a method to begin dismantling the constant cripplers to our collective psyche. Giving these gnarly parts of ourselves an appropriate label accomplishes two things—-

1. It give us a way to talk about it—-to nail it with truth AND humor.  And, it give us a point of reference, drawing others in, who also have regular “committee meetings” as well.  Somehow, it helps to realize that we are not alone in this process.  Many of us host regular meetings of the IBSC.

2. Once we’ve become aware enough to give it an ID, we can begin—-to STOP IT!  We can tag it and wag our finger at it—as the “Comittee” jumps up to push us down.

The inner ”Committee of Critics”  that keeps us from embracing our miraculous selves, that relentless tape which can turn on without warning, causing us un-ease and disease, is something we can close the door on. When the IBSC starts, we can say, “Meeting Adjourned!”. 

What would it be like to have what’s going for us—–going for us?