an unexpected result

Last fall I participated in a "plein air paint out" only because it was at and for Wrightsville Beach. What a lot of nerve I had! I was way out of my league. When I saw the lovely pieces the more seasoned artists cranked out, I was so embarrassed! What would I do! Which would be more humiliating? To say I am not good enough, that I can't do it and quit? Or to ignore the risk and carry on? I opted for going through with it. On the second and final day of the event, I turned in my one small, simple watercolor of the beach, matted and framed by me. I took it to the nice coordinator and said, "Here. Do what you want with it." I have wondered what became of the little beach scene. Did they look at it scornfully then put it directly in the trash? Did it make it to a back wall of the small museum? Yesterday I got a sweet handwritten note from the director saying it had sold! I was so pleased. Now the WB museum is $75 richer, and my confidence is a smidgen higher. It was a simple little picture, but I admit it was also sweet. I thank whoever bought it.