On Saturday afternoon I glanced at my email out at the farmhouse. I saw that I had an email from SAQA, and my heart started to beat. It was a rejection notice that I read out loud to my mother and husband who were standing nearby. This was followed by a certain amount of rationalization- not my newest work, abstraction no one understands, photo could have been better..... All in all I was taking it fairly well. Then two minutes later, another email- it was SAQA rejecting the second piece. Heartbreak and disappointment again. Followed by more excuses.
Then a minute later, yet another email. I almost did not open it up figuring that I really did not need abuse three times. Happily I did open it up, and it yielded better results this time. I got a piece in. My mother and husband danced a jig, I gave up on the excuses and went from downcast to being pleased for a few seconds. After which point my mind veered south again, telling my family it was no big deal- after all it was not Quilt National or AQA. It was just a smaller national show... nothing to crow about really. Then of course I realized how stupid that was- I have always wanted to be in a SAQA show- but the devil on my competitive side was minimizing my accomplishments once again.
Thought for a while and came to the realization, "Who says I'm not crazy?"!