An Artist's Confession

I just signed up for a table at the local Christmas Market. When I paid my deposit, a friend asked me, "oh good! You are going to have a table!" And I replied, "well, maybe"...To be honest, I am scared to death about this. I tend to put expectations on myself that I cannot attain. I hate what I turn into 2 weeks before the market.

I am a procrastinating perfectionist. I procrastinate because of the fear of failure. You take this and add a table spoon of female emotions and you will have a psychopath artist whom people avoid and pity. I suppose all the great artists in history were somewhat eccentric or just plain weird.

I sat down and made a list of things I wanted to have at the table. It looked pretty awesome and exciting, but I knew full well that what I will have is less than half of what is on my list. I take comfort in the fact my table will be shared with 2 friends. I hope they bring lots of bulky stuff.

I wonder if it is the time management skill that I lack or it is the presence of fear. I need to figure that out quickly because if it is the time management skill I need to learn, I just have to get out of my jammies little sooner in the morning, but otherwise I may need some expensive psychological treatment.

I hope the sarcasm in this post was more than obvious. I will be fine. Really. I just needed to vent a little and I will have the most awesome table out there. See you all at the Market.