It is 9:35 A.M. and I have already checked my phone 15(20)+ times in the 2.5 hours I have been awake. Mind you, I have gotten ready for the day, made breakfast, dressed, made the bed, washed the dishes, and worked on the blog in this period of time. However, all of that seems to fade in comparison to the twisting I feel in my stomach after I post a photo to instagram for Anchor.
Will people like it? Will they go to the site? Will they think what we have created is beautiful and worth their time, attention, and money?
It’s strange, in all of the days, weeks, months, leading up to this launch, Drew and I rarely talked about if it would make money; that part of the process doesn’t seem to bother us. However, the longing to be well regarded came up quite often.
For Drew, it was seeing his work in a new light, and feeling validated by the response of his piers. For me, it was about seeing this idea, turned into a reality, going places, sparking a movement in people.
This is not to say we feel like failures, in fact, I would say that we are rather pleased with how things are going. But as I sit here, my phone resting a finger tip away from the key board, I begin to wonder what this venture will look like in a week… a month… or a year. Where will it go? How will we handle the new, strange, pressures?
I suppose we will just have to wait and see. Until then, a lot of deep breaths, patients, and having grace (for oneself) to realize that the act of simply doing, creating, and placing something into the world is enough (at least for now).