This morning, Mark handed in the spaceship he'd made over half term for his school competition. His art teacher received it very sweetly, enthusing about the little Lego pilot and showed him where she planned to hang it. As we left the room, he whispered to me "I think I've won".
Ah, the confidence of youth, and especially of that son of mine. His well of self-belief runs extremely deep.
If only it were possible to steal away a drop of his and sprinkle it about. It might get me over my case of extreme procrastination. I have something I need to be getting on with, but I'm finding myself paralysed by the fear that it will not be good enough and fail to live up to expectations.
It is easy to be confident when it doesn't count. When there is no competition, no judge of one's efforts. But when the responses matter, then the self doubt creeps in.
And it's such a waste of precious time - but at least the need to procrastinate has led to knitting. A little cowl inspired by Kristina's. Only one skein, on and off the needles in a jiffy.