I am grateful that I can think.
Specifically, directed thinking such as meditation and hypnosis. For readers who don't know this I am a certified transpersonal hypnotherapist.
I meditate or do self-hypnosis often. If nothing else the quiet time is great. It is a time of rest and shutting away the world.
This is good.
Often I'll do a hybrid, that is I listen to my taped self-hypnosis relaxation and then let my mind have at it. I like to see it will come up with as on occasion it has been useful.
About a week ago I was letting my mind out to wander and it brought back something useful. It formed a picture, a manifestation of all those miserable nagging voices that make fun of me and remind me that I'm not good at certain things like playing guitar.
The manifestation's name was Montgomery and he was dressed like a fancy 17th Century French fellow: moustache, hat with feather, blue clothing, and sword.
One of my guides told me to start telling him off and he'd get smaller.
I did. It was fun.
Montgomery shrank until he made Tom Thumb look like a giant. He ran away screaming.
Now when I strum my guitar and the reminders start I see Montgomery fleeing and I laugh.
I am grateful that I know how to use hypnosis and meditation, that I practice it often, and that if given the freedom, my mind will construct the darnedest things.