Imposter Syndrome

This 👆 is how I feel most of the time when it comes to drawing, painting, illustrating, art, whatever you want to call it.

So many of the stories I hear from people who draw always seems to start with ”I started painting when I was ten” or ”I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have a brush in my hand” or ”my parent was an artist so I’ve always been surrounded by art”.

And when I used to hear those stories, I always kinda felt like it was a requirement. A requirement in order to do what they do. Be what they are. A person who creates for a living.

I don’t have that kind of background. Not even close. I only started drawing ”for real” little over a year ago. That’s nothing compared to people who’ve been doing it since they were ten.

For a long time I've had this voice in my head that, every time I even start to think maybe I can do something more with my drawing, says I won’t be able to. It won’t work. It’s too hard. You’re too ”new”. You started too late. It’s not in your blood.

(You know, that voice you know you're not supposed to listen to, but that you still feel is kiiiinda telling you the truth.)

But now I’ve gotten to a point where I just think - fuck it! Fine, I don’t have the background. I don’t have decades of knowledge and experience behind me. I didn’t grow up around people who talked to me about art and design. I didn’t study art history or graphical design. I don’t have the typical background of someone who creates for a living.

But I’m thinking, maybe that's just what makes me me. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m gonna do it anyway!

I’m gonna try my very best. Do what I like doing. And who knows, maybe (hopefully) that will be enough.

So here’s a shout out to all of you out there doing the same thing! Let’s stop listening to our inner critics, and just go for it! What’s the worst thing that could happen, right?