Unfu*k Yourself: Get Out Of Your Head And Into ... Here

He squeezed a single glob of "Cerulean Blue" onto his palette. He didn’t plan a masterpiece. He just smeared a streak of blue across the white canvas. It looked messy. It looked imperfect. It looked like progress.

Once the floor was clear, the silence in the room changed. The stadium in his head quieted down because he wasn't sitting in the stands anymore; he was on the field. Unfu*k Yourself: Get Out of Your Head and into ...

He wasn't "fixed," but he was moving. And for Leo, moving was the only way to stay out of his own way. He squeezed a single glob of "Cerulean Blue"