What are you doing?! What are they doing?! Improv. That’s what we’re doing. Shut up inner cynic. This is FUN.
This is an existential question that deserves an existential answer. But how many times a day do you pause before leaping mindlessly into the next pile of menial shit?
Criticism feels like attack when that beautiful thing you invest so much time and effort in melds with your very being. To cope, what if you thought more like a Shaman?