Last week I wrote about being brave and living dreams. I spoke of how difficult living dreams can be, even the dreams He plants. Often I claim immunity to other’s opinions, but in truth, one negative comment can ring in my head for months.
Why do I give words such power?
Last weekend, I attended a writing conference, received positive feedback, met funny people, learned new things, and listened to an editor express interest in my writing, and now, I feel like this:
Yes, dancing in the streets, hitting home runs, hugging strangers, jamming out with a singing blue bird and marching band. That’s where I am, riding the high of positive talk.
And so I ask myself again, why do I give words such power?
What about you? Are you good at seeing the positive in yourself, or do you put too much worth on the ebb and flow of others' opinions?