Pity parties are overrated
You win some, you lose some I guess. The J Fine Art show ended up falling through. Some of you have already heard my rant on that. No need for a semi-public blog beatdown. The pity party was attended by me, myself and I. It was cool enough. I ate some chips, made my rounds. After a while it got old so I dusted myself off and got back to work. For every triumph a fall, for every fall a triumph. So it goes.
The failures stay with you longer than the victories. If they don't you're doing something wrong.