What I wrote in my journal and what I am writing here are two different things.

Because, I am starting to doubt myself.

I’ve never been one who needed a lot of praise but I am making myself nuts. Mainly because I submitted art to an art gallery and I submitted my manuscript (unfinished) to a publisher.

That’s what my journal entry is about.

I don’t want to dwell on that, so I’m changing my narrative.

Friday my sons and I are going to the Main Street Arts Festival. It’s an event that displays work from artists from all around the country. They have it on Main Street in Fort Worth.

I am looking forward to that because we can take the train, I am not driving to downtown Fort Worth and looking for parking.

The rest of this weekend, well, Dan has to go work in San Antonio, so I am going to work on the picture I started Sunday and write some more pages of my book.

Weekend planned, I can’t wait for it to come. Two more work days.

I am also going to crochet tonight because I need to get rid of the yarn on my coffee table. Once that is all gone I can start a new project. I have two going right now, and a third on deck.

That might be my weekend actually. I really want to finish those.