I absolutely hate the days I feel like a fraud. The days I can’t seem to connect with my work. I go from being on top of a mountain after making something I love to questioning everything the very next day. Today I’m questioning. Tomorrow who knows.
I know it’s my job to show up and if the muse decides to show up too, maybe magic will happen. But I can’t force it. I just have to keep reminding myself of that special moment when I realize something is actually going to work. It comes out of nowhere and usually on a very regular day when I pushed through the frustration to show up and do my job.
All the crap is worth it when the 1% of what I make is gold. Because the crap makes the gold feel even more like a miracle.
I can be grateful for the crap.
It’s what gets me to the gold.
I can keep showing up for that.