So, I’ve been working on my new book—the one for artists—for the past week. Well, almost a week. I’m on a roll here, but my confidence still ebbs and flows. Though, I think I’m just learning to accept that. So what if I don’t think I’m amazing? Who really does, anyway? I mean, I do know people who think they are totally amazing, and they annoy me. And what’s the line between having healthy confidence and being a narcissist? I don’t know. I constantly worry I’m a narcissist! Does that even make sense?
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I’ve been thinking about this whole mentoring/coach thing. I mean, it’s all I’ve been thinking about. Lately, I’ve been on YouTube, watching artist coaches talk about how they approach their practice, coaches that coach other coaches, and places where you can earn a coaching credential and certification: so many different learning videos and websites with workshops, cohorts, lessons, and blogs, oh my.
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For the past couple of days, I’ve been streamlining and tweaking a couple of pages on my site—my news page and the new Mentoring page. I’m trying to get that mentoring page right, but it’s not quite there yet.
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Yesterday, when I posted this, I don’t think I was in my right mind. I mean, I woke up in a lot of pain and I was pretty depressed. When I get like that, I feel defeated and insecure. But after rereading that post and giving it more thought, I started feeling some of my confidence coming back. I think I wouldn’t make such a bad artist mentor after all. It feels very odd to toot my own horn and promote myself at something I’d be good at. It’s uncomfortable, but that’s probably because I’m just not used to it yet. But I can get used to it, because I would be good at it!
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I woke up in physical pain this morning. Both legs, as usual. The aching is always nearly unbearable. That’s how my morning began, and then it just got worse. Maybe it was only the aching legs, maybe it’s depression, or maybe a combination of both, but I pushed through and started my day anyway.
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