BEAUTIFUL IN ALL SEASONS

Silencing voices that make me cringe, and ignoring voices that don’t feel like home. Welcome to my short, yet stretched walk with Criticism this past week. There he was directing me toward the feeling of “less than.” Walking me through thoughts that wound the heart, so painful I can feel my spirit tearing in two directions, but I keep on walking anyway. A few more steps, listening as it is rude to interrupt… I made a mistake at work, or rather I didn’t perform as well as I usually do. Instead of accepting it and moving forward, I sat with the mistake longer than needed. I forgot that the environment isn’t always supportive for creativity and effort, at least for that hour. There he was, Criticism, seeking someone to blame, and it was just the two of us, so the finger pointed at me. For a while I was quiet; I guess my silence was approval of everything he said. Unaware I was agreeing with him. How dare I momentarily forget how I pride myself on diligence, on showing up with passion and ...