Oh God, I have followers.

Followers? Me? I have them. Hi! I don’t know what to say!

Actually, that’s really not true at all, I always have something to say. It is with this that I begin today’s post:

Something good can always come out of something bad. I have to keep reminding myself of such things. I’m trying to remain hopefully optimistic about everything in my life as I truly feel it is the only way that I’ll be able to make it through life.

Last night I had my first poetry workshop for my writing class. It. was. brutal. It was so brutal to listen as people completely shredded my poem into a thousand different pieces. I seriously thought I saw someone wide eyed, teeth showing and snarling as he bit into the page that my poem sat so peacefully on and started shaking his head violently. He ate it. He destroyed it. He sat there complacent and happy with its destruction.

I felt destroyed.

But, just as I felt that I had written something so completely awful that it could possibly produce its own two legs and walk around infecting people with its awfulness, the quiet little girl in the corner (who hadn’t said anything about the other eight poems) piped up.

“I thought it was beautiful,” she said sweetly, “It was a beautiful personification of January. I just want to know more about why January is the way she is. ”

Ha! Someone liked it. It felt like an accomplishment – but, the fact is, there are a lot of things I need to fix about it. Though, I learned something last night – it is completely okay for someone to not like you, your work, your passion, your poems, your paintings, your personality, the way you smack you gum (I hate that by the way), because there will always be someone who doesn’t like something.

Though, there is also always going to be someone who does.

Bird by Bird – Ann Lamott.

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