|"Gibblewort the Goblin" by Victor Kelleher and Stephen Michael King|
Are you familiar with Gibblewort?
Victor Kelleher and Stephen Michael King.
They look alike.
He doesn't like the light.
He hides in the dark and whispers in my ear.
he's on my shoulder telling me:
I'm guessing you've also heard these whispers,
I'm guessing you've got your own Gibblewort.
Your own Fear Gremlin. Your own Inner Critic.
you'll be familiar with his style of adventure.
Even the other goblins get jack of him and ship him off.
And so, too, I get jack of MY Gibblewort.
And then I reside in a town called REGRET.
It often all comes back to bite me on the bum and rub my nose in it!!
I imagine you've visited there, at some stage too?
snorting and snickering as he rubs his grotty-warty hands together all smug....
But other days I win.
rolling and tussling on the ground with hair-pulling thrown in for good measure.
He doesn't go quietly!
winning in a war of words, rather than fists.
I slink past,
then I run like a spooked fox sprung in the chook pen.
the biccies too hard,
and the cushion too soft,
throws his hands in the air and says;
"Why do I bother, you'll do what you want anyway!"
in a week's time while the framer is 2 1/2 hrs drive away
and it's all a crazy, mad dash!" (phew)
"Yes I will offer my paintings to a Doctor's surgery to display and sell even thought they are
6 hours away and framing and transport are a nightmare." (phew)
"Yes I will accept that offer to co-ordinate a collaborative public art project in time for a
state wide conference on a crazy deadline." (phew)
That's when Gibblewort hides in the shadows mumbling to himself
that next time he'll stop me,
next time he'll protect me from myself.
he thinks he's doing the right thing with his 'tough love'.
He's trying to stop me going out into the jungle, by myself,
to be eaten by the tiger he imagines is lurking, waiting to get me.
He hasn't stopped to LOOK at me,
really LOOK at how I've grown.
He thinks I still need his protection.
to prevent me making a silly decision that really could end me in strife.
But I AM a big girl now and can make my own mind up.
And hey, if we don't take risks, if we don't experience failure or disappointment,
how do we learn?
How do we grow?
How do we develop the courage to try again?
listen to that Inner Wisdom,