The navel gazing saga continues

My navel must be the most watched navel in the world.  Today I spent several hours as a docent in the gallery in Selkirk.  there was a a sort of festival going on, and there were far more docents than usual, but, for some reason, the crowds didn't turn up.  This gave us the opportunity to talk, and as artists always seem to do, we exchanged info on our lack of confidence in our art.  We discussed our process, and also our response to the effect our aging has had on each of us, relative to our artistic process.  All of us appear to be going through the same worry about that process.  None of us expressed absolute confidence in our process.   This means a lot to me--just knowing that this lack of confidence is normal. 

So, where do I go from here?  There is now a queue of pieces waiting for finishing--at least four in active process and one in the planning stages.  Do I work hard on getting those done, or do I continue to explore  alternative methods of working, such as using my sketch books as an aid to the design process, as well as using them as a detailed project record?  Probably a combination of both, but I will have to be very aware of my tendency to bury myself in the work, and ignore the process.