One of my biggest faults is I do not believe in myself.
There. I admitted it.
I have no issue seeing the good in other people and believing in them and all they could accomplish but when it comes time to look inward, I don’t see the same. I’ve dabbled a little bit here and there over my life and yet I feel that I’ve barely scratched the surface with my artistic talent.
Something is holding me back.
I am holding me back.
My husband and I went to a screen printing show held at the University of Waterloo School of Architecturebuilding this past weekend. I loved looking around at all the pieces and how each artist created something so wonderful by using their ingenuity. In talking with them I was asked several times if I was an artist and I actually found myself saying that I was but haven’t played with it much.
I don’t know why, but I felt completely comfortable around the artists. It was almost as if I had opened my eyes to possibilities. So much of my life is ruled by self doubt. What if I could just believe in myself and take the change? What’s the worst that could happen?
I hope my muse is prepared – because I’m going to be calling on her a lot in the next year as I work to start believing in me.