I like people. Most people. And all in all I’m pretty satisfied to be a card carrying member of the Human Race …
Today, when I initially started to write (I’m working on a sequel to my book) there was a rather unconstructive thought bouncing through my brain – which, in turn made any form of concentration next to impossible. So what did I do? I changed venues, fully embraced the present negativity and tried, for myself, to uncover why I was so stuck on this one negative and somewhat harmful thought.
I used to teach aerobics – yes, aerobics … like kick-it-higher-or-I-will-kick-your-butt-aerobics. I taught at a fairly big club and at times could have fifty to sixty people in my one hour kick-it-higher-or-I-will-kick-your-butt-aerobics class. People came to the class for the work out, for the friendship, for the inspiration provided by all the other participants … and ninety nine point nine percent of those people would smile approvingly at me during class as well as thank me after class and return the following night for more punishment. But, without fail, there would be one person in the middle row that would snarl and roll their eyes at my every command and then they would write a lengthy complaint about my music, my moves, my outfit, my everything. And I, without fail, would be devastated and focus on nothing the next week but how to make that one person happy.
See I truly believe that the only criticism that really affects a person is the kind that hits a nerve because it holds some form of truth. Certainly not the whole truth and nothing but, but at the very least some form of valid concern. I mean it was possible that my music choices weren’t for everyone just as the format of my class was not – but, that did not mean I wasn’t good at what I did. So if you are smart, and if you are resilient, you will learn to take heed of criticism, make appropriate adjustments, and then move forward with your life. Remember, most people are pretty OK.
As for the person in the middle row that used to grumble at me, they never came back to class. They didn’t have to. They had other options. Besides, there were other naysayers waiting in the wings to take their spot. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the beauty of our society where we are free to choose what we read, what we believe, and what aerobics classes we attend.
BTW, “legwarmers” is one word.