As I move into one of the busy weeks of my entire year, I once again wonder why I do this to myself.
I would like to learn to not beat myself up if I don't have entries for the exhibition hall . . . it wouldn't be the end of the world!
Next week at this time, it will be all over-except for the tired feet and the mess of stuff to unpack and put away. But I do know that I would be disappointed for not trying and finding a few things to enter.