on my heart: art & community
This weekend was my first in-person arts festival, and let me just preface this by saying: I was nervous.
I stayed up all night making sure I had ribbon cut, boxes stamped, signs made, everything packed up just right. The whole morning while getting ready, I kept laughing nervously at random moments, my hands shaking and talking to myself--pretty sure my roommate was totally freaked out. She said it sounded like I was hyperventilating. I wouldn't be surprised. The amount of anxiety I was feeling on Saturday was through the roof. I kept thinking, what if I don't sell anything? What if no one likes my stuff? What if this was a waste of time, effort, and money?
Well, it's safe to say that was not the case. The event went far better than I could have ever imagined. I sold half of my inventory in the five hours I was there, which is eight times the amount I sell in a normal week.
It's funny, I've been doing this now for nearly six months, and yet every sale still gives me butterflies. It was no different this weekend. I keep waiting for someone to tell me I can't do this, for the world to prove me wrong, but somehow, it doesn't happen. This weekend just further confirmed for me that I'm on the right path. That I can do this. It gave me confidence in my creativity and my direction. This dream is possible, and I am running toward it with open arms, and it is hugging me right back.
I'm so, so thankful for all of you. For everyone who reads my little blog, sends me encouraging words, follows my journey on Instagram, or has bought a piece of my jewelry or shared it somewhere--all of these reasons and more. I honestly could not do any of this without your support. I love this community. I don't thank you enough.