Faltering

 

I find  a lovely chalk picture outside my front door and I am so surprised and happy. Then I begin to think and wonder if maybe it was for my neighbors? I have a conversation with someone who likes my paintings online and then wonder if they are going to ask me for money later on?

People I have chatted with for a very long time disappear for days and I wonder if they are tired of me? 

I go to work and wonder if people at my new job like me, or have problems with me that they aren't telling me about. 

I play my keyboard and sometimes I take off the headphones and play out loud, but then I worry that I might be annoying someone.

I live in a town where many of the people who play music are professionals, where the artists sell their work, where degrees are more common than factory workers. Everyone around me seems to be an expert on something.

I am a jack of all trades and master of none and that actually serves me well until I begin questioning myself.

Without my Muse to encourage me I falter.