My mind loves creating the most outlandish fears in order to insulate me from potential negative criticism. A good friend sent me information for the 2013 Small Works art show on Long Beach Island, NJ. The requirements for submission included an artist resume and biography. This was the first time I had to submit these supporting documents. As I detailed my limited artist experience, my mind kept screaming that I wasn't good enough and a fraud. All I imagined was a gallery owner glancing at my resume or biography and dismissing me. Was it worth driving 2 hours to get rejected? I went anyway though I did breath deeply before entering the building. My fears couldn't have been farther from reality. The nice lady took my entry fee, quickly scanned the documents, and thanked me for submitting. I spent more time obsessing about it than actually submitting my work. I am slowly getting better about ignoring my fear brain and just doing it.