There were a few of them. Maybe more than a few. A handful.
Okay, a few handfuls, whatevs.
Over the course of my career to this point, I've come across a few naysayers. Some harsh critics. A couple of real mean heads.
People who made me feel less than ... who told me I was untalented ... not polished ... bush league ... beyond my skill set and so on and so forth.
I just wanted to say to them: thank you.
Not only do I appreciate my day job more than any other before it but also, I value every single smile or word of appreciation born of something I've said or written now more than ever, ever in the history of pk.
So, mille grazie.
Thank you for pushing me to always be a better writer, communicator, and homosapien. It's something I'll never stop trying to improve.
Thank you for forcing me believe in my own posivitism...and to remind me how important it is not just to me but to so many in my orbit.
Thank you for proving, beyond any doubt, that I was right and you were wrong about what matters most in writing, communicating, and living: validating and inspiring the other inhabitants of this big round ball.
Thanks for ultimately helping me show the world that tending to your peeps, clinging to your beliefs, giving and caring, and being genuinely concerned about and compassionate toward others are the markers of a solid writer, a seasoned professional, and a really cool human.
So, thanks a bunch, you sharp-tongued, ill-meaning past colleagues.
If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have found such a professional happy place ... and realized that I don't suck, after all. Who knew?