My boyfriend: “I want a version of the Dune fear mantra but as applied to ugh fields instead”
Me:
I must not flinch. Flinch is the goal-killer. Flinch is the little death that brings total unproductivity. I will face my flinch. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the flinch has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Tho they later shortened it, and I think that one was better:
I will not flinch. Flinch is the goal-killer. I will face my flinch. I will let it pass through me. When the flinch has gone, there shall be nothing. Only I will remain.
My boyfriend: “I want a version of the Dune fear mantra but as applied to ugh fields instead”
Me:
Tho they later shortened it, and I think that one was better:
Him: Nice, that feels like flinch towards