Something has taken over my brain and I have been making dolls for the last couple of weeks non stop.  Its been so much fun creating all these different little characters, painting them sewing and stuffing them.  I was actually gleeful for about 10 days loving what was happening...and then THAT thought came.....why am I doing this?  What am I getting from this? Why am I wasting my time?  Why don't I get a job? What am I trying to prove? Why aren't I painting? I am not a doll maker, what the hell am I doing???????  My brain-like everyone else's, has its go to tapes of self disgust that are triggered, at least for me, when I am in the zone and happy and then suddenly realize its not WORTH something I am not MAKING MONEY.....I am trying to just have the feelings and keep going..I listed a couple of these on etsy today (another mind trap-why aren't I selling anything? Why do I even try) and I will try just to let it go and keep working....and love that gleeful state just for the state itself