Today was deadline for the first writing assignment. I’ve been done since the weekend. Even so I waited. Knowing I shouldn’t tinker to much with the text but… fearing judgment! I realized, after some thought. I haven’t really felt that way when submitting anywhere. When submitting you either get a polite – Thanks, but no thanks. Or a joyous Yes please! And when participating in the writing prompts people tell you what they like, not what they don’t like.
This time the text will be read and critiqued by a small circle. And that fills with with the dread of every once bullied child. Will I measure up? Will I be accepted?
The rest of the day was spent flitting from one task to the next in nervousness. I haven’t even been able to read the others text yet. For fear I will find myself sorely lacking. This will be a true test if I can judge myself kindly.
Do leaves fear falling?
Judgement for its fall colours?
My colours are me