That was scary...

A trio of moths, soon to be fabric patterns. 

I just applied for a business license with my state and it was scary. Not the process, which was easy-peasy, but the pressing submit button. 

I know why I need a license--can't apply to the big art shows without one. I know what my business is: I make & sell art. But to make it real--that's scary. 

My brain says: Who am I to have a business? What do I know about running a business?  
But I know that's just my brain's way of trying to keep me safe. If I never try at anything, I can never fail at anything. 

But I was listening to the Windowsill Chats podcast a few weeks ago, and the guest said something that I had to write down: 
Am I in danger, or is this just new? 

How brilliant is that? It doesn't stop my brain from trying to keep me safe (read: small and unseen), but it gives me the tools to assess what I'm feeling and address the scary feeling. 

How much time do we spend in patterns of behavior that kept us safe when we were small? And while I appreciate my brain for looking out, I'm grown and I got this. 

​And honestly, running a business has to be a million times easier than parenting toddlers in the days after the Daylight Saving switch, and I have already done that.