This morning I woke up feeling lost. I don't know if I'm doing the right thing anymore by working at my art so hard. I create something everyday. I live for it. I lose my mind and control of my emotions if I don't make something daily. It's my bread and butter. My soul. My life. I breathe art.
I've done all the right things. I have a rep. I enter contests, do shows, promote, market, post, tweet, photograph, respond, engage...
But I feel lost. People like me and my work, but none of it moves. It's hard to believe in yourself for so long with nothing to show for it. I don't need to be rich and don't wish to be famous, but I do need to make a living. It's just not happening. I feel discouraged.
I'm losing faith.
I let myself cry about it.
Now I'm picking myself up my the bootstraps.
I will be redoing my resume today in the hopes of getting another serving job. Bleh, food service. I can't afford childcare and the hours are too long at a gallery for me to make it work with my husband; he works nights. We also share a car. Tricky tricky.
Where there's a will, there is a way.
Alright, there's my boohoo of the year (one can only hope).