My friend Jill pointed out their website to me. In an effort to promote Salem as a vibrant artistic community, they are soliciting local artisans to participate in the vendor's section of their festival. It is a juried fair and any local craftsperson is encouraged to apply. In a moment of uncharacteristic confidence I sent in my application with the requested 3 photos of my work. If I don't get accepted, fine; if I do, it will be a fun experience. Right???? That's what I keep telling myself, anyway.
Today I'm in panic-mode. What on earth ever made me think I could do this? I have no experience. I'm not good at packaging, display. I don't have a business. I'll be amongst professional artists and craftspeople who are seasoned at this. What was I thinking?
Ok, deep breath. I need to think about this logically. True, I don't have any experience. So what? How do I expect to get any if I don't just jump in? Yes, there will be people there who have done this many times before, but hopefully I'll be able to learn from them. Despite the fact that I'm a bit green on the business end of things I do have good people skills and know my craft. That has to count for something.
I'm sure this mood will pass and I'll once again be excited at the prospect of a new experience. My dear friend Mary, who has business experience, has offered to help me out the day of the fair, should I be accepted; my other goddess friends have also offered their support and creative ideas. I need to accept that my anxiety is just a part of the process- I can use it as a motivator and not be paralyzed by it. The worst that can happen is 1) I won't be approved by the jury or 2) I will be approved and will flop miserably- I won't sell even one bar of soap. When I look at it that way, even the worst isn't so bad. Time to get working on a label!