How I cope with Negative Feedback

Let's talk about the elephant in the room - negative feedback. 😫😒

As writers or content creators, we revel in praise and acknowledgment. After all, we need people to love our work.

But as it often happens with a new client, there is a mismatch of expectations and effort. Or maybe we couldn't really project the brand image. Or perhaps, the tone or style was something we got wrong.🤕

Whatever it is, we get to hear "No, this is not quite working. Change this, add that, remove repetition, make it more suitable for..... etc."😦

Freelance content writers are anyway an under-appreciated lot. And lets not even talk of monetary encouragement.

Now downright criticism is quite demotivating.😭

Here's how I deal with it:

👉Keep telling myself I did a good job, but need to do better (yeah, the usual pep-talk)

👉Accept that it is not personal criticism (Not an attack on my writing style or thinking)

👉Remind myself that all creators get trashed sometimes (Who hasn't heard of J.K. Rowling's work being rejected so many times before hitting the jackpot? Well, I am no Rowling, but what's the harm in comparing?)

👉Push myself to become a better version of myself (more perspective, more approaches, more inspiration!)

👉Quell that little voice that says, "You are not good enough" (that nagging, negative self talk 😞 )

👉Accept it as a challenge. (Ohhh, lemme show you 20 ways of writing the same stuff differently! ✍)

So, this is my arsenal for handling negative feedback.

What's yours?

#writing #feedback #criticism

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