I hate the rollercoaster ride of self doubt, don’t you?
First comes the high of that one drawing/piece that hits the perfect notes. You are pleased (and just a little bit amazed) it turned out so well. (Actually, I like this part! Lol)
Then come the days when EVERYTHING you put your hand to is rubbish. You can’t even draw a decent line!
Your mind goes into overdrive. That niggling little voice in your head grows louder. It was a fluke; you don’t really have any talent.
Someone makes a thoughtless comment. (I have enough trouble dealing with my own insecurity; I don’t need your help, thankyouverymuch!) As a side note here, whatever happened to ‘if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all’?
It’s hard to shake off the negativity. It hangs in the air.
(sigh)
Bad day.
First comes the high of that one drawing/piece that hits the perfect notes. You are pleased (and just a little bit amazed) it turned out so well. (Actually, I like this part! Lol)
Then come the days when EVERYTHING you put your hand to is rubbish. You can’t even draw a decent line!
Your mind goes into overdrive. That niggling little voice in your head grows louder. It was a fluke; you don’t really have any talent.
Someone makes a thoughtless comment. (I have enough trouble dealing with my own insecurity; I don’t need your help, thankyouverymuch!) As a side note here, whatever happened to ‘if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all’?
It’s hard to shake off the negativity. It hangs in the air.
(sigh)
Bad day.







