There's been this quote floating around the internet lately: Comparison is the thief of joy.
And you know what? It's so true. I try really hard not to compare myself and my life to others'. And I am usually pretty good at stopping myself if I ever do start to compare. I feel so damn lucky every day to have the people (and dogs) in my life that I do, and to have a healthy body, and to be able to eat good food and try my hand at new recipes, and have a job that pays my bills and allows me to go to the movies on the weekends or grab a drink with friends, and be able to even dream of starting my own business (and to actually do it). Just to name a few. I have so many good great things in my life and I am grateful every day.
But as soon as I compare what I am doing with my business (as new and inexperienced as I am at all this) to what others are doing with their own businesses, I start to lose that joy that made me want to do this in the first place. It starts to become all about how I am going to be as successful as other artists, and what is my thing and why haven't I found it yet?
I have had many exciting and promising days lately and almost just as many days where I felt I could have done more. It is cah-razy. Up and down. I know this is not uncommon. I know this. But I just have to remind myself that just as swiftly as the less-than-stellar days come and go, so will the awesome-oh-my-god-I-love-this days.
In related news, I have applied for a craft show and will apply for another soon, both of which are juried. I will not know if I made it in to either until October. Both could be great for my business, so I am kinda on the edge of my seat until then. And if I make it in, I'll be bustin' tail to get my inventory up for the holiday season. I'm looking forward to that.