Everyday we tell stories. Be it on stage, on set, in rehearsal, to our friends, our children. Of all the stories though, the most compelling, are those we tell ourselves. You know the ones - where we’re the superhero fighting crime, the star of our own critically acclaimed West End show or humbly accepting our Olivier. But there are also the other stories. Where we’re not good enough, not tall enough, not pretty enough, don’t earn enough, aren’t [fill in the blank] enough.

We tell ourselves stories to make sense of the world. But the problems start when we start believing these stories as capital-T “Truth” and start accepting the thoughts and feelings they evoke as facts.

As creatives, it’s all too easy to buy into these stories, to believe them; because after all it’s our job to do so, and the more convincingly we can do it the seemingly better we will be. Our imaginations can be our greatest asset and our biggest weakness. They are what allow us to imagine what it’s like to be an alien, to be a member of an Elizabethan court or what it’s like to lose a parent, lover, child.

But when lost in the excitement, how can we see ourselves and the world around us objectively? To appreciate the present moment