There are days that we all breeze through life, like a skater on ice. Then there are other days that it is all you can do to take care of the task at hand.
Those are the days that Mr. Doubt comes to call.
He is great at sitting on your shoulder and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He loves to start with, "what are you doing?" and then go on to,"where are you going with this?' Oh, buddy, get off my shoulder and go bug some other poor soul.
There are days where it's all good and days where a good hide under the covers is what you need.
We love what we are doing, but there are days that we wonder if.....wonder if we should have taken a different path, a better path to a higher life style. I do wonder if I had been the teacher I thought I was going to be if I would have lusted after being a potter. We all wonder if, if this, if that, if only.
Then you get a grip and move on.
This is what we do.
And, Mr. Doubt, go take a long walk on a short pier, I have things to do.
9 comments:
No doubt in these tiles! I love these sheep! The sunglasses crack me up! If you put any on Etsy let me know!
Certainty walked away from me a while back. I don't expect her return anytime soon.
Anna- we are working on a site now for selling, but you can contact me anytime if you see a tile you like.
John, you are a lucky man- no doubt!
That was me two days ago. After a day away from clay, I think I am ready to get back at it.
A break can be just the thing to rest the brain and move forward.
We give of ourselves in art with clay...it's all right out there. No wonder we need to recharge when we can. And staying in touch with others of like circumstance certainly seems to help. I may begrudge working in a community studio at times, but other times I can celebrate the thoughtful caring of the group of people who come from such diverse backgrounds...a strange support system has evolved.
My doubter is named Helga and whenever she comes to visit I tell her to go clean up the dog's yard. I have work to do. Your work is wonderful, you don't need visits from Mr. Doubt.
Helga, good name.
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