Identity Crisis.

After only a few negative reviews I have found myself struggling. Not that I don't know who I am, but I just never thought that I would care what other people thought of my work. I had always told myself that you can have the most delicious peach pie, but there will always be someone that hates peaches (I can't remember where I heard that from, but I liked it so I've applied it to my life). It's weird because I don't mind when someone critics my appearance, or my attitude. I figure that it's going to happen anyway so why let it bother me, but this...my writing-my book, I just didn't expect it to rock me so hard. And I get it, it's just a review, don't pay attention to it, but lately brick after brick it's kicking my ass. Yes I know it's only a few reviews, chin up, and stop being a baby. But maybe, the reviews hit my exact point of what I'm most self conscious about (and I just thought about it). Then it hit me, we all go through this. The ups, and downs of our so finite lives, which in reality is a bittersweet feeling. We need the downs to prove the ups are as amazing as they really are. Am I making sense? I wish I weren't because through writing this I instantly feel better. It could also be the video my husband sent me (he saw and heard the painfully loud thrusts of my fingers as they jammed into my keyboard, and slowly walked away--Live Your Dream, Master Your Life) He's a smart man. But if you're feeling down today, and want to break several (important) items then watch it. I'm sorry for my vaguely random post today...