Pulling My Head Out

A few days ago, I was feeling under-appreciated, stressed and I converted all that into emotions directed at my own talent. It's a new day and I've rethought my frame of mind and decided I was in another pity potty. Thanks to the encouraging comments I received, I decided that post wasn't really about who I am, and didn't define my talents. In fact, I've been given great inspiration to pen a non-fiction story about a painful past experience that will help me heal wounds I've carried for quite some time. I'm anxious to share the concept, but I'll wait until I research publishing opps and have it started.

I want to thank those of you who took time to comment, encourage and show love. You are very appreciated. I've deleted that post entirely, as it was not a true reflection of the facts as they really are. Your support showed me that if I only have ONE person besides me who loves what I do, then I'm a success, and certainly there are those in my family who are proud of me. I somehow lost sight of that. The comments one person made were not meant to be disparaging, but someone I took them totally out of context. Isn't it sad how we can totally misconstrue what someone is saying? I've always been a big believer in 'benefit of the doubt', and for whatever reason, I failed to extend that privilege. I need to take an emotional inventory and stop being so touchy. I didn't get this far without taking constructive criticism, and I need to learn to recognize it again, I guess. :)

Anyhow...My head was actually a little deeper than in the sand, but I'm back and ready to shine. :) What really made my day was Jack Mishler and Linda Gates commented. They've been faithful 'fans' for as long as I can remember and they probably have no idea how much that means to me. I wonder if Nora Roberts ever had days like this. *lol*