Stupor. Muse, yes, a fucking woman! Are you really going to let me down again??? Why is it that every time you just need to do something, a harmful saboteur turns on? He sits down in a corner of the interior space, puffs out his cheeks and lips, ties his arms around his chest and mutters offendedly: “I won’t!” No arguments, persuasion, or conversations will get him through. “I won’t, that’s all! I will not create on command! Out of principle, I won’t!” He always let me down. Since childhood. Writing books about bunnies is welcome. And writing an essay about your mother is again the same impenetrable expression on your face. Or he might run in the other direction “out of spite.” As soon as you decide, I’ll sit down to write. And he: “Why is our floor dirty and this button urgently needs to be sewn on...” Well, what button and floor? We agreed yesterday - we are writing an essay. But my feet are already heading towards the kitchen. You will wake up only in the middle of spring cleaning, from which there is only one way out - to finish. And then the day is over. So what should I do with you, Mr. Saboteur? The question is rhetorical, because the answer to it is silence. He suspiciously reminds me of someone. Exactly the same, my three-year-old son. And before that, daughters at the same wonderful age. They live in their own world and according to their own laws. There are no adults there yet, “We’re late.” And in general there is no concept of time. And the goal is what the eye catches on, and not all these “needs.” You need it, do it. And now I need to poke around in the snowdrift and look at the birds. I beckon: “Look, what’s there? Yes, over there. Surely something interesting." And cleverly, one step at a time in the right direction. The creative saboteur has to turn on the creative mother. Come up with a thousand and one reasons to go where you need to go. Well, you bastard, and here I outwitted you. We did write the text. Well, why are you whining? Don't let me down. More precisely, you lead, but to the right place - to yourself, your meanings and values, your importances. And you carefully lead them away from all these stupid strangers “should”. For this I am grateful to you, even though you drank a lot of my blood. Py.sy. There is no need to fight your inner saboteur. Just like you don’t need to fight with your own children or hit your right hand with your left hand. Make friends, find an approach, listen and put together a team. I help you establish connections with reality. Flexible payment system. 8-964-835-44-28 (it’s better to write rather than call).