It's not any one thing. It's a lot of little ones. Actually, it's 1+1+1+1+1. . . and so forth.
See, I'm just feeling totally discouraged.
It started out with a few projects that didn't turn out the way I had it pictured in my noggin. And it's snowballed into questioning every darn project I've worked on in 6 months or more.
Take a few more craptacular projects, throw in multiple rude comment givers (did you NOT pick up on my warning to rude comment givers?), and bam. Severely discouraged.
I went from days of total excitement, total impatience to be up, awake, and dressed for the day so I can do the 10 things floating in my brain; from ideas keeping me up at night 'cause I was planning them out in my head. . .
To all these ideas feeling worthless and like ash in my mouth.
And I mind. I mind big time! (name that movie)
Have you felt this way? What did you do?
Do you get mean comments? Do you delete them? Leave them? Tell the comment givers off?
Can I have a sidebar on the ole blog saying "What Losers With a 3rd Nipple Had To Say" (see comments) and leave them for all to see?
Do some people go around blog hopping leaving snarky comments?
Nothing better to do? Enjoying the level of anonymity the internet gives you to spread nastiness?
Well, out of the blue the Daddy-o sent me this video to watch. If you've got 1 minute 40 seconds, and you're feeling like me, it's definitely worth your while.
I love that it's not about paintbrushes. It's not about crafting. It's not about sewing, cooking, music. . . Neccessarily. It's about what you love and what you are good at.
And then I asked the Daddy-o if he ever felt this way about his stuff. And he said:
"Yep. ALL the time. My foyer? I felt like it was mediocre. At best."
He's talking about this room. You know this one?
So I guess what I'm saying is, I don't care if it's craptacular anymore. You'll still find me downstairs in the crapt room, on a step ladder, nailgun in hand. Oh, and earplugs in my ears 'cause I think I might have done some damage to thee ole eardrum this morning.
What if I cover every square inch of this house in molding? Well, I guess the only person I need to answer to is Jeffrey.
So what if there's a 1/16th gap between my molding and the door frame? Nail holes that weren't properly filled? Spots on the wall that could have used just one more coat of paint? Yeah, my middle name is still "Sloppy". But it's how I'm learning, man.
And thanks for listening, by the way.