Okay, earlier today I wrote about receiving criticism. Actually I whined a bit.
When I began to look closely at the comments I’d received on the piece that had come back causing me such anguish, nothing made sense. I kept thinking “but that’s not what I wrote… is it?”
I looked back through my files and sure enough I’d attached the wrong file.
Of course sending the wrong file is also a mistake, and it was all mine. As was the word I left out which Mike Liechty pointed out.
Both mistakes, however, when discovered, feel quite different inside me than what I felt at first.
Silly, really. But there you have it.
What I really regret is that I cost the editor some serious time editing the wrong document, and that I wasted a whole bunch of emotion.
On the other hand, if that’s the worst that ever happens I’m in pretty good shape actually.
Whew!
Write well and often,
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Life isn’t about doing it perfectly. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Really?
Is there an emoticon for irony which would be ironic of course.
What seem like mistakes to us are merely AFGOs, or perhaps lessons in the down-side of self-will. Perfection is on back-order and will shipped separately. All will be made clear, eventually. “Out of darkness shine the stars.” –Heliophanes.
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