And that is when I get so many lovely comments in a short period of time. Which is not to say that nasty comments make me feel better 😉
I’ve had some lovely comments about my work lately and I really have to fight the urge to say “no, it’s all crap, you should see the mess they really all are! I suck!”
I say this not to garner sympathy, because what a horribly manipulative way to get it!, but because I occasionally get comments and emails that so very clearly show that others feel the same way about their work. And they are always the ones who have least to feel that way. So this wall of text is for you all as well.
When I was at performing arts school we learnt to call that voice Shamus, or Seamus. Because it tries to shame-us. By giving the voice a form we can physically flick it off our shoulder or give it a kick in the pants.
I have to remember to do this myself as I am about to head off into the biggest gathering of Star Wars geeks and the biggest gathering of geeky costumers anywhere and it is putting a wee bitty bit of pressure on me! My Seamus has been not just whispering but jumping up and down and shouting in my ear.
All it means is I am about to take a mental cricket bat and give him a little payback.
I invite you to do the same. To my Seamus or yours. Or for someone else you know who has one.