The gritty need for approval--it's in all of us in some form or another. Sure, we can block it out from time to time. We might even get "spiritual" enough to rely solely on God for approval. (I'm not there yet. I've seen snippets, but haven't walked in it fully.)
Now that early reviews of my book are trickling in, I'm starting to get that niggling feeling of what-if-they-don't-like-it. Digging deeper, I'm not certain why I care. Is it because of the time and effort that went into it? Is it because I've laid a part of myself out there for everyone to judge and review? Or is it that I can't separate my work from me as a person?
We've all felt the slam of a bad comment or review, maybe from a coworker, teacher, boss or actual reviewer. And yet....we press on. Put ourselves out there again. Some people refer to that type of behavior as being a glutton for punishment.
But I have a different thought...
Just maybe we see that there's a higher purpose for what we're doing. There's a core belief in what we have to offer that's stronger than the criticisms. A deep knowing that the fruit that's produced in our lives and as a result of our work is worth the risk.
So I press on. I plan to send out a proposal this week. I'll forge ahead with what I know needs to happen. Keep doing the next thing next.
But I can't help thinking, "Please don't call my baby ugly!"
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