First MFA-level critique tonight. My skin is crawling with anticipation.
When I told a friend I was nervous, he said, “That’s good, you don’t want to be ambivalent.” I suppose he’s incredibly on with that statement; every second that the goosebumps raise higher and the less time I can sit still in my chair, it’s more indication that I’m excited, that I’m ready, and that I know how good this will be for me.
Of course, that doesn’t steamroll the fact that I’m terrible with criticism, but that battle is just something I’m going to have to shut up and deal with. And I suppose there’s no better place than right here, and no better time than right now.
Let’s go.
M
