I've become obsessed with tracking my page views:
I've dubbed this page tracker my worthometer. I find myself checking it at least ten times a day.
At root, I'm seeking approval from others. People's opinions will change. I need to base my sense of self-worth on something else, not the number of people who visit my blog. As I write this I wonder how many people will read this post. Will it be picked up? Will it be retweeted?
From where do I get a sense of self-worth?
My artwork is the first thing that comes to mind. Recently I've been feeling an itch to get the work in front of more people. This is a good desire. But I want to take a moment to look at what is motivating this. Is it similar to what motivates me to check my page views continuously? I've decided that the most important thing this year is to create a body of work. Not necessarily show. I do not want to let my desire for acceptance from others get in the way of this intention.
I'm curious how much this desire for approval impels me to make art? In my heart I want to make art. But it's all mixed up in my head. My artwork is a concretized version of my psyche. When people comment more on the piano in my studio than the artwork I create it kills me.
My self-worth and ability as a musician were completely enmeshed. When I played saxophone it was exhausting. My life was on the line with every note I played. This is why I stopped playing music. Ironically, this is also one of the reasons why I was good.
The smile and acceptance from women is something I yearn for deeply. I used to think that I was looking for sex. Being married, this obviously caused tension inside me. But I have since realized that this isn't the case; it's all about getting validation.
The awards presentation at Malofiej20 were hard for me because we certainly DID NOT get approval from the audience when the gold medals were announced. We were met with a stony silence.
I need to find another source for my approval and self-acceptance. My gut is that this has to come from someplace inside me. I see reflected light in a shard of glass. It's there, but around the corner.