a couple of weeks ago i had a booth selling my vintage at a show. this was only my second time selling at this particular show, but the first time i did really well. i told myself not to get my hopes too high the second time--i had heard from other more experienced vendors that some shows went well, others not so much. but i couldn't help but get excited. i had collected a ton of new pieces, and i pictured them flying off the rack and people getting just as excited about them as i was.
unfortunately, this was not the case. it wasn't the shows fault. i'm not sure what happened. but my clothes did not go flying off the rack. and people were hardly excited about my them. needless to say, i was very very bummed. and i couldn't help but take it personally. i love the clothes in my shop--i take pride in them. and i spend almost all my free time working on my store. i pour myself into it.
but i took this setback as a personal failure. as in, i, sofia, am a failure. fastforward a few days and a few tears and i realized something. regardless of how my shop does, i am not a failure. why? because my worth does not lay in how successful i am. it lies in my identity as a child of god. that is what gives me worth. and that is something that will never change. amen:)
I've got to admit that I'm the same way. However, I'm stubborn, so I get discouraged, wallow in self-pity for a while, then keep at it. It's how I feel about all of the blogs I've started (particularly my art blog, which is something I love but isn't catching on followers-wise). Best of luck to you. It's all ups and downs, but it makes for an interesting ride!
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Amen :) Keep it up, girl!
ReplyDeleteTruth, sister! You should watch these sermons from my pastor in Nashville about finding your identity in what you do. They gut me like a fish!! http://www.crosspoint.tv/media/empty-promises1/
ReplyDeleteI'm so proud of you!
thanks rach:)
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