I’m still working on taking myself seriously as a designer. I’m not sure I see myself as a valid designer yet.
I’m still in imposter mode. I feel like I haven’t done anything and I don’t deserve my job.
Some days, like today, I get to attend design conferences where my name and brand name are on legit badges alongside some major sponsors. Maybe it is real after all.
Hopefully next session I can learn how to write iOS apps.
Today is the first weekend after my first week as a graphic designer.
I cannot wait to go back to work Monday. I can’t wait to see my coworkers again. I can’t wait to actually start working. I can’t wait to see where this takes me.
Everything looks like code. Eyes are tired. Stomach hurts.
<strong> tired. </strong>
Everything feels hopeless tonight. It’s not good.
Finally got my site to work. So there’s that.
Tired. Tired and hopeless.
Doing something you truly love is important. If you don’t care, you won’t stick with it. It won’t make you get out of bed at 2 am and try again. You will fail at this thing, whatever it is. But the love of it will carry you through.
Coding, snowboarding, design.
They get me up at 2 am and make me come back to them even after I’ve failed.
One more try. One more time.
I started my web development class and I’m so in love with it.
I can’t wait to see what I can do with it as I learn more.
As an artist I find myself procrastinating about approaching a canvas (whatever that canvas may be). I’ve done a lot of thinking about this lately and realize it’s because I’m afraid I won’t be able to convey what is in my head onto said canvas.
I don’t fear failure in a lot of my life. But in some areas I wonder if I’ll ever be good enough to have that breakthrough artists are always talking about.
The key is to keep pushing, I suppose.