December 21, 2012
I never know what to do with this blog.
I want to keep it light. Because I want this place to be something bright in your day. Because I think I'm, generally, a glass-half-full kind of gal. Because everyone loves a good cat picture.
But I want to keep it real. Because too many blogs paint a rosy picture of life that is too difficult, if not impossible, to emulate. Because others make it seem so easy. Because this is, after all, real life.
So, because I feel I've had quite a few floofy posts lately, here's a real snippet.
I'm elbow deep in planning, creating, printing new paper goods for next Spring. I'm excited and in love with my work. I can't wait for you to see the finished product. I just know you'll love it. I know it in my bones.
What if you hate it? What if all this work and sacrifice is for nothing? What if this all ends up like my past failures? I've been wrong before.
In my line of work, I have to be my biggest fan. But, I'm also my worst critic.
And sometimes, that little critic won't shut up.* That little bugger can be crippling.
So, if we survive to live tomorrow. And the world doesn't end in fire and brimstone and alien overlords, I will try...try...to be more often a fan and less often the critic. Because I really do feel genius stems from unbridled, insane, blind optimism...and perseverance. A whole lot of perseverance.
*I picture Jay Sherman sitting in my brain with a megaphone yelling, "It stinks!" over and over again. I just revealed my age with that reference.