The scariest thing in this wood

There's a monster under the bed. I can hear his soft growls as he plots his strategic attack. He is licking his lips and flexing his claws. He's a wily beast. He knows that just his presence will keep me in my place. But is he right?

Will that terrifying growl stop me from taking tentative steps away from my security? Will the imagined feel of his claws ripping at my gut push me back away from my goals?

I have a whole tribe of monsters under my bed. Fear and his brood - Procrastination, Rejection, Shame, Self-worth - they're all there nipping and scratching at me, but you know what? It's time for change.

It's time for the Big Bad Mouse to show his face and put that Gruffalo back in his place.

I will not allow Fear to rob me of my dreams. Do you hear that you great ugly lump, you over-grown ball of disgruntlement and underachievement. You've met your match.

Be off with you!

Silly old Lisa... Don't you know? There's no such thing as a Gruffalo...