Heh heh. Those last couple of posts made me chuckle. I know it's not funny, but reminders of the knots I tied myself make me smile. Real "D'Oh!" moments. I didn't live that image (although I probably did to outsiders) and I was preventing myself from ever living that dream by committing myself to an active alcoholic. Talk about self-sabotage.
Of course, now that I have examined that image, I don't like it anymore. So all that heartache over an illusion.
What is your image? And is it really yours or one that you've picked up from the world around you?