If they complain about it, well, they just don’t know everything else that I do. I’m happy with who I am, I’m happy with the efforts that I make, and that’s enough for me.
Without a partner, I find myself stuck, filled with desire, but no ambition. Able to move no more than a dinosaur trapped in a tar pit.
Which begs the question, why, for the love of God, do I keep trying at all?
we have no control over how it is received. All we can control is our own effort, that we put into it. And that should be our focus.