“Basically, your fear is like a mall cop who thinks he’s a Navy SEAL: He hasn’t slept in days, he’s all hopped up on Red Bull, and he’s liable to shoot at his own shadow in an absurd effort to keep everyone “safe.”

— Elizabeth Gilbert , Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear

Source: Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear

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