Getting My Mojo Back

Staring out the front windshield, watching the sun rise over the mountains in the distance, contemplating the festival ahead. This is the biggest show I have signed up for in over five years. I lost my mojo when Ron died. I lost my confidence. I am trying so desperately to find it again.
I am making new work now. It feels like I am on to something. It feels like me, but I am scared. What if no one likes it? What if I am just wasting my time? What if I fail again? These thoughts keep me awake at night. I know it is counterintuitive as an artist to worry about such things. Of course you will fail and have some people not get "it". The trick of an artist is to take that and rise again from the ashes. Keep trying, keep going, keep making. I want to be a Phoenix this time. I want to be on the right track. I want to conquer my fears.
Being creative is in my soul and even with my soul in pieces I must find my mojo again. I am hoping for good things this weekend. Now more than ever I need to succeed even just a little. I have set a goal to get to bigger shows, find some gallery representation and finally make a living as I make my art. Here's to anticipation.