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.
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