Critics. I think we all have them. I apparently have just chosen to ignore mine or convince myself that if I let someone in, just enough, they will understand. I have continued to get criticism on my blog from people I wouldn't even consider friends, they were just coworkers. The truth is a part of me always wanted the ex to read it, maybe then he would understand what he did to me, how he made me feel and why I left. I am not sure if he was one of the recent ex-coworkers to stumble across it, but it doesn't matter. For the first time since I have opened up I was criticized.
When it comes to my profession I am open to criticism, even in relationships I hold close to my heart... but if you do not know me, really know me, it just makes me upset. Who is to decide whose perception is "more right?" If I have a conversation with you, we will each take away different accounts of what happened. It is life. I used to be heavily involved in politics. After GW was elected, not once but twice, I backed down. I waved my flag. John Mayer said it perfectly, "Is there anyone who ever remembers changing their mind from the paint on a sign?" This blog isn't going to make anyone see anything differently. All I wanted when I started blogging a year ago was an outlet, it gave me that. These are my views, opinions and perception of what I experience. Is that different than Steeler Fan, the Ref, the ex... I am pretty certain. Is it different than how it is read by people I love in life? Yes.
Life is amazing. In all of a week's time someone can tell me they love the blog, someone can tell me my words are poison and someone else can call me perfect. It all makes me smile. I just want to hold on and enjoy the ride... I like my critics. They remind me just how great things really are.
