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readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*bZRfMaBQKJVi59wLc6qdjA.jpeg"><figcaption>Author’s own Image</figcaption></figure>Dr Moongroove is a dude who lived on the Earth many moons ago where he met with great suffering, purely, because he was never allowed to dance. This caused him to get very depressed, stiff, and then — well — die. But on the way to the afterlife he stopped off at the moon because he discovered that from there he could still hear the music from Earth, and he could dance to his heart's content as there was no one around to stop him. He carried great sadness though, as he knew that everyone on earth had forgotten how to dance. So now, every night as people sleep, he invites them one by one up to the moon, takes their hand, and while spinning them around the moon in ecstatic dance, reminds them just how good it is to get their groove on again!An hour later, I was videoing myself telling the story of Dr Moongroove, and proudly showing my crude drawing to the world, while loving every single second of it. Actually, I not only loved it — I truly came alive.I felt an excitement that I hadn’t felt since I was a little child. I wasn't shy on camera at all, in fact, it felt like the most natural place for me to be.And then, with a little squeal, I pressed publish.It was up for all to see. And I waited for the comments to come in, ridiculously excited at the idea of hundreds of people watching my screen debut.Wait a minute. Me?!Suddenly, as I was revelling in these new feelings of absolute joy and the buzz of having put myself out there, I became aware of a sadness throbbing like a big, grunty varicose vein somewhere deep inside of me:Have I been fooled by my negative, self-destructive thoughts all these years?I realised that I’d been listening to my thoughts telling me to play small for decades. Telling me to avoid being ‘the real me’ at all costs and to absolutely avoid getting in front of a camera or putting any pencil to paper in an attempt to draw. “Remember Em — you don't have a creative bone in your body…”I became abruptl

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y aware that I had been letting those voices govern and dim my life. They had been robbing me of moments of pure joy. How many exhilarating experiences in life had I missed because of those debilitating thoughts? How much of ‘me’ had I kept hidden under wraps all these years?I am not suggesting that my performance with Dr Moongroove was oscar worthy. Far, far from it. But I am absolutely saying that I had the time of my life, and that is exactly what came across on screen. I was in my flow. And it showed. People loved it.I even had someone tell me that I should start a youtube channel with my crazy creations! Oh my, oh my.So why do we let our thoughts govern who we allow ourselves to be?“A man’s life is what his thoughts make of it.” — Marcus Aurelius.Our thoughts are a product of our past experiences, upbringing, and culture. They are thoughts that we have either constructed ourselves or been taught. Yet if these thoughts are from old stories, and that leads us to a life that is less than who we are, one that doesn't align with who we want to be, we can, with some degree of determination, choose to reject those thoughts.“If you get the inside right, the outside will fall into place.” — Eckhart Tolle.We are not our thoughts. We are, however, the thoughts that we give power and attention to. So choose which thoughts to listen to wisely. Look at where they might have come from, and how aligned they are with your desired destiny.If they have been clinging on inside for decades, trying to protect you from a danger that isn't there anymore, let them go. Release them to the wild and start to cultivate the kind of thoughts that will allow you to look past your self-imposed barriers, and ultimately, to shine.As for me — from now on, I will only nurture and feed the kind of thoughts that will allow me to trip fantastic with Dr Moongroove around the moon every night while singing at the top of my lungs — “Look at me!”(Thank you to <a href="undefined">Sujona Chatterjee</a> for the inspiration and prompt!)</article></body>

How Dr Moongroove Expelled My Belittling Thoughts

And reminded me to dance my own dance

Just the other day, as part of a course that I had recently enrolled in, I was told that I had to ‘go live.’

Yep, little old me— told to pull my big girl pants up and put myself out there, online for the world to see. And just to top it off and make it even more unbearable, I had to draw a mythical creature and tell a story about it.

Ohhhh — okay, that's me, I'm out. How do I get my refund?

This was just way out of my comfort zone. I mean, yes — I had chosen to do the course so that I would learn how to put my skills and quirky talents that lay hidden in the depths, out into this world, but seriously — it was the first week and we had to just suddenly go and do it? And draw? Me? I can’t draw to save my life.

Drawing definitely wasn't in my plans.

I had envisaged my hand being held as I groped my way through weeks of procrastination. I needed my tormenting mind to be lovingly caressed before I could even think about doing something as rad as — well — actually doing something.

I am definitely not a performer of any kind. What a huge mistake I made signing up for this.

The insistent and consistent booming voices and thoughts were yelling relentlessly in my head — that's just for creative people, that's just for extroverts, that's just for actually anyone apart from someone like me…

Until something quite bizarre happened.

Just for fun, I thought, I'm going to scribble some crazy arse creature and make up a story. No one has to see it. It will be for my eyes only.

And then, quite miraculously, Dr Moongroove was born.

Dr Moongroove is a dude who lived on the Earth many moons ago where he met with great suffering, purely, because he was never allowed to dance. This caused him to get very depressed, stiff, and then — well — die. But on the way to the afterlife he stopped off at the moon because he discovered that from there he could still hear the music from Earth, and he could dance to his heart's content as there was no one around to stop him. He carried great sadness though, as he knew that everyone on earth had forgotten how to dance. So now, every night as people sleep, he invites them one by one up to the moon, takes their hand, and while spinning them around the moon in ecstatic dance, reminds them just how good it is to get their groove on again!

An hour later, I was videoing myself telling the story of Dr Moongroove, and proudly showing my crude drawing to the world, while loving every single second of it. Actually, I not only loved it — I truly came alive.

I felt an excitement that I hadn’t felt since I was a little child. I wasn't shy on camera at all, in fact, it felt like the most natural place for me to be.

And then, with a little squeal, I pressed publish.

It was up for all to see. And I waited for the comments to come in, ridiculously excited at the idea of hundreds of people watching my screen debut.

Wait a minute. Me?!

Suddenly, as I was revelling in these new feelings of absolute joy and the buzz of having put myself out there, I became aware of a sadness throbbing like a big, grunty varicose vein somewhere deep inside of me:

Have I been fooled by my negative, self-destructive thoughts all these years?

I realised that I’d been listening to my thoughts telling me to play small for decades. Telling me to avoid being ‘the real me’ at all costs and to absolutely avoid getting in front of a camera or putting any pencil to paper in an attempt to draw. “Remember Em — you don't have a creative bone in your body…”

I became abruptly aware that I had been letting those voices govern and dim my life. They had been robbing me of moments of pure joy. How many exhilarating experiences in life had I missed because of those debilitating thoughts? How much of ‘me’ had I kept hidden under wraps all these years?

I am not suggesting that my performance with Dr Moongroove was oscar worthy. Far, far from it. But I am absolutely saying that I had the time of my life, and that is exactly what came across on screen. I was in my flow. And it showed. People loved it.

I even had someone tell me that I should start a youtube channel with my crazy creations! Oh my, oh my.

So why do we let our thoughts govern who we allow ourselves to be?

“A man’s life is what his thoughts make of it.” — Marcus Aurelius.

Our thoughts are a product of our past experiences, upbringing, and culture. They are thoughts that we have either constructed ourselves or been taught. Yet if these thoughts are from old stories, and that leads us to a life that is less than who we are, one that doesn't align with who we want to be, we can, with some degree of determination, choose to reject those thoughts.

“If you get the inside right, the outside will fall into place.” — Eckhart Tolle.

We are not our thoughts. We are, however, the thoughts that we give power and attention to. So choose which thoughts to listen to wisely. Look at where they might have come from, and how aligned they are with your desired destiny.

If they have been clinging on inside for decades, trying to protect you from a danger that isn't there anymore, let them go. Release them to the wild and start to cultivate the kind of thoughts that will allow you to look past your self-imposed barriers, and ultimately, to shine.

As for me — from now on, I will only nurture and feed the kind of thoughts that will allow me to trip fantastic with Dr Moongroove around the moon every night while singing at the top of my lungs — “Look at me!”

(Thank you to Sujona Chatterjee for the inspiration and prompt!)