Trepidation

Tripping, tripping into a trap...trip, trap, trip, trap...right over the edge into trepidation. She is like the littlest billy goat gruff going over the bridge. The troll of trepidation confronts her. That's okay! She knows this troll cannot devour her and she does not despair. There are bigger billy goats waiting to cross. She convinces the troll that they will make a much better meal than little old she. Trepidation buys it.
Changeling continues her lunatic spree on ebay determined that bigger goats shall win the day! With the newest of her fascinating feather hats on, she banishes all notions of sacrificial lambs! Oh sure, goats can get into plenty of trouble too, scapegoats for example. She remembers one standing tied beside the stark dead sea, a painting. I give her a little poke. That poor creature was no biggest billy goat Gruff! We already know what happens to the troll of trepidation when the biggest goat Gruff goes trip, trapping over the bridge. That troll will be trampled and tossed and the goats shall frolic in greener pastures. They will burn their bridges behind them!
"What if I really suck as a jewellry maker? What if everyone hates my art and never buys anything and I starve to death out in the cold?" Changeling has bigger fears than mere trepidation about spending money. What can I do but sigh patiently? "You are an artist. What does success mean anyway? Think of poor Vincent Van Gogh! Everyone openly mocking him and telling him he had no talent what-so-ever! Thank Goodness for his Blessed brother...Theo I think. You, on the other hand, have been told by virtually everyone, all your life that you are gifted."
The trouble with Changeling, and many other people too, is they want everything to be easy and certain. It is easy and certain that Changeling is an artist, promptly miserable and despairing when she tries to give it up. Paradoxically, she is dismissive of the ease and certainty to be found in knowing conclusively what she wants to do and instead ties herself in knots about the minutia of HOW she is going to do it! I concede, running a business does look tedious (brother of trepidation?), possibly a terror of boredom and aggravation but so what? Should she end up in a homeless shelter one day she will still draw pictures, she will still plant flowers and she should still have at least one feathered hat.

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