I also wish I knew what has caused this crisis of faith that has me so undervaluing and underestimating myself right and left. I am feeling like an unworthy fraud and getting down on myself for the dumbest things. If anybody else thought such terrible things about one of youse, I'd pounce and say "How dare you, Sir!"
So why can't I give myself the same benefit of the doubt?
Is it guilt? Am I feeling bad about the fact that I am a happy girl with a happy life and I have a happy "thing/hobby" that brings me joy and should be, therefore, free?
Or...maybe...just maybe...this thing of ours is priceless and should be better valued by Yours Truly. Insted of apologizing for putting a price tag on something and feeling like a fool because "nobody would want to pay for that", why don't I think about the love and heart and soul that I poured into it and just be pleased that somebody else wants to enjoy it?
Oey...my poor tiny brain is ready to come out of my head already. I'm the only person I know of who can turn a simple crft show into a major melodrama.
I'm here and I have shoes and socks and lipstick on and soon it will be over.
Thanks, as always, Dearies, for letting me come to therapy unannounced. Let's keep the happy thought that I survive this!