Wednesday, April 25, 2007
I've reached that point where I'm losing some of my confidence. I'm second-guessing choices I've made, worrying that people won't respond well to what I'm offering, worrying that the rain will ruin my things, and generally panicking.
What if people don't want to make things? What if the things I offer for them to make are too simple? too hard? What if it rains so hard that the tent starts leaking and ruins everything? What if all the things I thought would look so dear together end up looking like a pile of junk? What if no one shows up? Ugh! I could go on and on. These what ifs are killing my confidence!
I still have lots to do so I'm trying to push those feelings aside and just push on. I don't mind being nervous but there's nothing productive about being doubtful.
On Friday, my friend Pam is going to chip in and help me run the operation. And on Saturday, my friend Debbie is joining me. When I think of all that good help from friends I love, and when I think of being with fun people like Ann and Linda, Stephanie, and the rest of the gang, I start to feel better.
Meanwhile, whenever a what-if pops into my mind, I respond to it as if it were a child. "What if it rains"..."then it rains and I will protect my things from the rain in a quick and effective manner." "What if no one comes"..."then that will be very sad but at least I'll be in the company of good friends. Besides, that won't happen. Don't worry dearie. Everything will be fine. Really fine."