First Show of 2019 (or Painting My Nails at 1am)

I typed up the inventory sheet, updating with new stock that I’ve forgotten to upload to Etsy until today.

I created, printed, and filled out labels for each painting: title, media, dimensions, price, item number. We’ll affix each to the frame or to the display grid beside it tomorrow during load-in and setup.

I have seven paintings freshly varnished in the garage. I wonder if I should go to Lowe’s to buy d-rings and install wire tomorrow before load-in. My sister tells me to chill.

Seven. Really. I’m quite proud of them but damn, the burst of creativity was amazing and draining all at once!

The paintings are loaded. My parents’ helpfully lended their SUV. We even have pizza for dinner tomorrow. When that runs out, there’s a casserole in the freezer.

Everything is technically done. Honestly, I don’t have anything else to ready, nothing dire. But here I am at 1:09am painting my nails. I guess even when we know we’ve got it handled — it’s fine, it’s under control — there’s always that imposter syndrome. It’s always been a problem for me.

  • Am I an artist? I feel like one, but I still doubt myself. Why?
  • Am I a writer? I have works in progress, works I finished, works I published, but it feels like a lifetime ago.
  • Am I still a teacher even though I’m not technically teaching anymore? People still come to me for guidance … does that count? Do you have to be actively working in a teaching field to be considered a teacher?

I think I need to take my time and let myself relax a bit. I’m really working hard to prove myself to myself. I shouldn’t have to do that. This is my resolution for this moon cycle.

Come visit me at the Callanwolde Artist Market Preview Party or the Artist Market event itself this weekend in Atlanta, Georgia. Say hi. I’ll be the woman with purple hair trying to look like she belongs.

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