How are you so confident with everything you do
Dear c-173,
I think itâs twofold. No, threefold.
1. Iâm pretty comfortable with constructive criticism. Not just implementing it, but also sorting it into a manageable size. If someone I respect says, Stiefvater, thatâs a little rocky, hereâs my supporting argument, Iâm usually pretty good about assessing whether I feel thatâs something I need to take on. That means if some rando shouts to me on the street that I need to reconsider my life choices, I donât internalize that. If an internet troll tells me to die in a fire, I donât internalize that. If a guy I literally have never seen before shakes his head at my car and tells me I have no taste, it doesnât register as information I need to act upon. If a friend brings something to me, then I start to pay attention, but the everyday slings and arrows of existing surrounded by judgment? Shrug. This is closely related to my opinion that you should like what you like.Â
2. Iâm okay with being a work in progress. It doesnât hurt my feelings to post something that isnât perfect. Perfect is an optical illusion, an end of the road that is unreachable. That means literally everything I attempt will fall short of it by some measure. All I can do is try my absolute best at the moment I am in, and then judge my efforts by however good I am at a thing right then. My first published book isnât anywhere near as good as my 13th published book. My 13th will be nowhere near as good as my 21st. Does that mean I should wait until the 21st to show anything to anyone? Â
2b. I might not have confidence in whatever Iâm doing, but I have confidence that I can learn to be better at it. I donât play the banjo right now, but you know what, I bet that if I had to play the banjo for an upcoming author extravaganza, I could learn. And again â I donât have to be perfect at the thing. I can just do my best.*
3. I have a sense of humor about it. Iâm a ridiculous creature. I understand what that means, looking in from the outside. You think my ripped jeans are weird, well, they kinda are. You think my car is strange, well, it sorta is. You think my music taste is outrageous? Totally is. I donât care if you laugh. I like what I like, and I donât care if Iâm a prismacolor unicorn of a human.
3b. Iâm not for everyone. Iâm fine with that, too. Weâre not vacuum cleaners. Thereâs not an objective right or wrong for us to be. Weâre more like songs â and not every song is for every person, no matter how well-written or great it is. Just be the best jingle you can be and thatâs good enough.
urs,
Stiefvater
*a prerequisite for all of this is that you have to try hard and be present and committed to your own life story. Itâs not an incredibly popular option right now, particularly among some of my bag-wine peers, but what can I say? Life works better when youâre there for it.













