You know, those people who feel the need to tear you down lest you start feeling (gasp!) confident about your work or yourself.
It may be a relative, a friend, a coworker or even your sweetie.
Well, phooey on them, I say!
I had a recent run-in (run-down?) with my Nellie, and I'm afraid I really let it get to me. To the point that I even lashed out at one of my Supportive Susans.
Anyway, after much thought and grieving over the situation, I've decided that Nellie's opinion just isn't important.
If I want a critique, I'll get one from my critique group or another professional. If I want someone to oo and ah, I'll seek out my Supportive Susans.
And if, for some really bizarre reason, I need to feel like poop, then I'll dig out my portfolio to show Nell. :-)
Phooey, I say!