Barbara and I figured this out: instead of imagining all the people who might criticize you gathered in one place (it seemed like a model of efficiency at the time), it is much more fun to imagine your own personal fan club: a collection of the people who think you’re great, no matter what you do. Those people rock! Just picturing them made us happy. BTW they weren’t all people. At least one was a cat.
Who are the people in your personal fan club?