How my roommate listened to a tape of Alex and thought he knew what was what.
A post about being kept from our goals by our own doubts got me thinking about the power — good and bad — of expectations. Expectations help me define my goals and motivate me to meet them. At the same time, expectations about the outcome of a project or how others will receive it can completely undermine... Continue Reading →
I've started my drawing class. Drawing is proving much more emotional than I expected. I'm swamped with anxiety whenever I pick up my pen or even think about picking it up. I keep drawing shaky lines because my hand is quivering. I don't know where this fear is coming from. I hope I can work... Continue Reading →
I've taken my share of quilting and art-related workshops over the years. Most of the time, I sign up to learn a new construction method or how to work with a medium I haven't handled before. But I don't always go to a workshop to learn. I have two other very good reasons for attending... Continue Reading →