Along with feeling inspired and invigorated to come home and create as I usually do after an art fair, I also left feeling a little deflated. I question everything: is my work any good to even do an art fair one day? Would anybody even like it enough to buy? Do I have enough items? Is it worth all of the time, effort, and money I'm putting into it and still have to put into it?
This seemed to be a good "teaching moment" for my daughter. As we sat down to have an ice cream I talked to her about how I was feeling. As she sat there and took it all in, I wanted her to know that it was ok to have feelings like I was having and that no matter how old you get, self-doubt always rears its head at some point. It's what a person does with that doubt that makes a difference.
Rising above self-doubt and trusting your instincts is a lesson learned and one I've always tried to live by no matter what the age. If I knew not one painting would ever sell, would I stop painting? It's not the point of a sale that drives me to do this; it's the excitement I feel when I am painting that drives the need to do it. As I am trying to teach all of my children to never give up on their dreams, sometimes I have to remind myself that too - even though I'm the mom.
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