It is so dang easy to doubt myself. SO EASY. I do it all the time.
I am going to be so broke. Why am I spending money on this art school? Why do I spend so much time making lotion and soap when I could be hiking with my boyfriend? I should close the store. This is a waste of time. Why did I price my work so high? No one wants to buy it at that price. I’m scared.
Most of it deals with that last statement, “I’m scared.” I think we all are. I think fear holds us back from so much. And I am scared, but I’m also very excited.
More often than not, after an evening of fear based wallowing, the universe steps in and gives me a nudge in the right direction. This morning it was selling a piece of art that had only been available for about 6 hours. Right on universe, thank you.
So I am going to keep doing the work, focusing my energy on the things that make me happy, planning, setting goals and keeping my eyes open for the miraculous, wonderful outcomes that come from that combination. I will trust myself and lean into the fear.