Is time running out?

Sometimes I believe I am knowledgable about what I love doing, but the next second I truly believe that I am the most incompetent person alive. I have such a low self esteem personally that it affects my work, and then I get afraid to even do anything. I feel like I failed. When I graduated, it felt like everyone had such high expectations of me… and I didn’t live up to them.

I understand that life is a process, and everyone is on their own path. Their own journey. Sometimes I feel grateful for the traumatic things I’ve been through, even the horrible things that have happened these last few years. Weird to say, but I know it’s good for my art.

All in due time.