It is important to note that I have stopped hoping someone will notice my work. It’s not that I no longer care about critical acclaim or professional progress, rather that I know now, for an absolute certainty, that this shit was never in my hands to begin with.
I can put myself out there and hope, but honestly, it is just that. Nobody knows who the fuck I am until THEY accept I exist. This is the real, inescapable truth. My work ethic is Good Enough [TM] and has been for some while. Now, it is about patience and time.
There are many other things to be doing, and I need to stop berating myself up about how they are conducted: MANY things are part of this process, all of which are enriching my life for the better. It is time to concentrate on them while other people catch up. Allow yourself to fail.