Have you ever noticed that when we decide to offer advice or an opinion, we call it giving our'two cents' but when someone actually wants to know what we think, they'll say 'penny for your thoughts'?
I guess we value our own thoughts about twice as much as we do thoughts from others. Hmm.
Well, I got such grief today from a couple friends that I've decided to post this earlier than intended. So...yeah, I wrote a book. If you'd like to know more, click over to read my other blog: Adventures in Writing
I've been working on this project, and can I just say, it is taking F-O-R-E-V-E-R. Anyway, during the brainstorming/creative phase, I needed cheerleaders around me––people who told me I was great, that my project was awesome and gave me helpful, but safe critiques. Now that I'm at the final stages, I need something else. I need a stranger. Someone who doesn't care about hurting my feelings. Someone who will be brutally honest, but in a constructive way.
Am I alone in this? Do you want the cheerleaders all the time and never the honest type? Or are you tougher than I am, and look for the harsh reality, no matter the circumstance?
My two favorite muppets. I'll take criticism from them any day.
Okay, enough with the reflective stuff. I've got to go. My son just walked in wearing my t-shirt (head through the arm hole), his dad's shoes and watch––clearly a model at heart.
Yes, ladies and gentleman––the thing I was waiting for on Friday finally came about, but not without my 'refresh' button getting a workout. So all is well and my blood pressure has returned to normal. In commemoration of my most recent experience with learning patience, I thought I'd share this story of the Chinese Bamboo Tree.
During the first growing season of a Chinese Bamboo tree, a farmer will water and nurture it, without the plant growing so much as an inch. During the second growing season, the farmer will continue his care and yet again, the tree still will not sprout. On it goes for four solid years! Years, in which the farmer will have nothing to show for his labor.
Then, in the fifth year that Chinese bamboo tree seed finally sprouts and the bamboo tree grows up to eighty feet in just one growing season.
Clearly, I am not made for growing bamboo.
