Watching my Step
I don't know why I keep doing the same thing over and over expecting different results. I know, the very definition of insanity, right?
I suppose I jump into the flames without seeing the fire or something. Or maybe it is too much of a Pollyanna approach to life in that I think others might see things the way I see them. Like my work for instance.
I absolutely love the new play I wrote. The one about the two woman getting together after 40 years. And Grandgirl loved it too, we acted it out together and she had some terrific suggestions with regard to the tension between the two characters.
And then I talked it to a good friend in our theatre company and she rained all over it.
And I was crushed.
For a day or two.
Which wasn't too bad.
A few years ago, it would have bothered me for weeks.
But life is too short.
I remember giving a short story to a dear friend a while back at her request. And when I asked her what she thought, she told me she didn't take the time to read it. I remember being demolished.
But I understand that my babies need to be put in the safest, most caring hands and not tossed out willy-nilly to those who have previously shown themselves to be insensitive to artistic sensibilities.
Live and learn.
It never stops.
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