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       I know first hand how hard hearing negative feedback is. I grew up wrestling for eight years, so I am very competitive in nature. I also did competitive speech and debate, so I am used to criticism. For some reason, the hardest feedback to receive for me is with my writing. Any negative feedback that I may get is so much harder than any constructive criticism I have been given. It must be because writing is such an intimate thing, but as a whole, negative feedback is hard. I found the article about hearing negative feedback very informative and intriguing, it brought a lot of my own feelings about feedback into perspective. I thought it was interesting that the majority of the reason that we are so bad at getting negative feedback is that for the most part, we are awful at delivering negative feedback, according to the article, "Why it's so hard to heart negative feedback", negative feedback is a cyclical issue, "It’s a self-reinforcing vicious circle that trains us to avoid what would make us better at work and in life" (Hererra). Overall, I found this article very helpful and it is one that I will definitely be sharing with my friends and coworkers. As mentioned, I was very competitive growing up. Losing hurt, but rejection hurt even worse. Being rejected is one of the worst feelings in the world, and I have to imagine that it has a lot to do with vulnerability. But interestingly enough, the biggest factor of rejection is the fact that it is generally self-inflicted. We are in charge of how we feel, and when we are the most vulnerable with our self-esteem, we inadvertently find ways to damage it even further. Overall, rejection and negative feedback hurt, but in my personal experience, the best way to receive feedback is from someone who knows me, who knows how to deliver feedback. Generally, I never criticize without providing 3x as much praise as criticism. As a whole, these articles were very important in maintaining a growth mindset and helped me better understand my own feelings and behaviors. 
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