I sit at work staring at my monitor in disbelief of what I'm suddenly faced with. A taste of my own medicine I guess - hard-headed ignorance is leading to the detrement of something conceived out of passion and undoubtedly beautiful.
I've never expected true conviction could be misconstrued as a personal attack, while I myself have felt insulted and belittled, beit unintentional or not.
I fear the worst. My days at Obsidian might be numbered, for reasons I'm not at liberty to divulge here, and due to people who I am not willing to mention.
I also fear that I will not be willing to be shakeable in my convictions. If the worst does come to pass, then so be it...perhaps it's the sign I need to move on to somewhere I'm understood and respected in a way I deserve.
The point, I guess, is that I'm worried and maybe not as strong as I thought...it's going to be a long month.