This last August I had the opportunity to join a group of 27 women . . . well artists at a private retreat in the mountains. I was intimidated, but not enough not to go. I was nervous . . . would I fit in . . . . . am I worthy?!?! What can I bring to the table??
Well that inner critic was a waste of time, an irritation and couldn’t have been more wrong!!
I was welcomed with open arms and no judgement. Everyone brought so many wonderful things to the table and did such different work with the same materials . . . . polymer clay. They all had their own voice and were on their own paths. And what blew me away more than anything, was they all had their own inner critic!! I couldn’t believe it . . . they had doubts and struggles???? Even the best of the best?!?!
Again, this was a reminder that we have more in common than we think.