“Crap. What am I doing here? I wonder if the lady next to me would trade me tables. She can talk about my stuff and I’ll talk about hers. Yeah that makes sense. I know nothing about jewelry and she knows nothing about sewing. But it’s more enticing to hear about a product you didn’t make. Right?”
These are the thoughts that went through my mind right before the holiday bazaar started yesterday. I had been sewing for weeks, this time with a purpose. I was going to sell my things, but I forgot that required promoting and being proud of them. It’s strange, really. I can promote someone else’s fabric store all day long. I’ll tell you about my friend’s photography business or my husband’s athletic ability, just don’t ask me about what I do for a hobby. Or not a hobby. We still haven’t figured that out yet.
It was really inspiring to be around other people with creative minds, to watch them think outside the box and turn a small profit. But even as we continue to document our lives on the blog, we struggle with being too excited about our own work. We try not to tweet about a post more than once a day, but we’ll tweet other people’s stuff all day long. It’s easier and more freeing to talk about someone else’s success above your own.
But then it comes down to this: every minute we have to sew is a blessing. At least to me, though Kyle would consider it a prison sentence. Every minute we have to write is a blessing. And the platform from which to do it? No idea why we have it. So why is it such a difficult thing to talk about your successes? How do we balance having a humble heart with building something successful?