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In amongst the timber varnishing and the school field trips and the myriad of other random jobs I have been keeping myself busy with lately, I found the time to do something that most definitely forced me out of my comfort zone.  I made a piece of art and submitted it to a local exhibition. 

When I first saw the call for artists for the exhibition I thought "hmm maybe" but dismissed the idea because I've never done anything like this before.  Then I thought about it some more and bounced a few ideas around but I couldn't figure out how I could make it work so I gave up.  But it kept niggling away at the back of my mind so I had a word with myself about how 2019 is supposed to be the year of opportunities and if that was really the case then how could I let this one pass me by.  The hardest part, other than figuring out what I was going to make, was believing that just possibly I might be good enough. 

So I starting working on it, still thinking that I was just doing it for myself, to see if I could and that I probably wouldn't go as far as submitting it.  The submission deadline loomed closer which gave me the incentive to get it finished but even then I wasn't sure I was going to enter it.  I mean this was an exhibition that proper, real artists were going to have pieces in and here was I, so clueless I had to ask the organisers what I should put for "medium" on my registration form.  Talk about imposter syndrome!

In the end, I decided that if I didn't at least submit it, I would always wonder so I took a leaf out of Eleanor Roosevelt's book and did something that day that scared me.  I was so nervous dropping it off that it was only on the way home that I realised I hadn't even taken a picture of it!  

To my great excitement (and enormous relief), it was accepted and has been on display this month as part of the Words exhibition.  I am a little bit proud of myself.