Baleia Blu's First Gallery Night

Welp, so I signed up for a gallery night at the ceramics studio a few months ago. That happened. It was foolhardy and hasty, and I did it simply because of the fact that the invitation terrified me so much. Isn't that something worth exploring? My immediate reaction was "ohHELLnaw." Why? What is that? I mean, what am I so afraid of?

I know what I'm afraid of. This project is all about imperfection, and obviously, that is exactly what I am afraid of. Now that the date is approaching, the fear is real, people. I'm just starting out with the clay again, and now, I'm all trying go to public?? It's like dating someone new. It's lovely and amazing and all butterflies, and nobody knows about us yet. I'm afraid posting this shit on thesocialmedias is going to change who we are, how we vibe with each other, how we see each other. Ya know? This shit's terrifying. 

So, what's one way I cope with fear? I write about it. I overthink it. I make pretty things out of it.

Made some stickers, made some business cards, and kept it really simple and didn't noodle over the waves (for example), so I'm proud at how I'm slowly letting go. Not everything has to be the full-service treatment. In fact, it's better to be faster than perfect sometimes, and this is definitely one of those times because the longer you put off doing something you fear, the less likely you'll actually go through with it. 

Speaking of putting things off, I haven't told anyone the details because of, well, I'm terrified! But now that it's this week, I think I'm just going to do it: email a bunch of people tonight, show up on Saturday, and see what happens. Worst case: I have a bunch of nifty little whale stickers now... and I can get the whole "first gallery night" thing off my list of things to be afraid of.