As an individual with strong perfectionistic tendencies, I struggle with receiving criticism. Even when offered in the most loving way, even when I recognize its validity, internally I bristle. I draw in, protecting the smooth, delicate core of myself.
I’m not talking about criticism that is hurtful or harmful, words that come from a place of spite or meanness or pettiness. That we should ignore; let fall off our backs, like so much water over the proverbial dam.
Yet even as a struggle with my own internal reaction, I am hungry for true critique. I recognize that what I actually need now is constructive criticism.