A few nights ago, I attended an event where I couldn’t stop laughing whenever someone asked if I was an illustrator.
In the presence of so many people with impressive skills and creative careers, I felt like an imposter.
I couldn’t bring myself to say out loud that I am an illustrator—yet I have no trouble labelling myself that way at work.
This week, I’ve taken some time to remind myself that yes, I am an illustrator—among other creative roles—and yes, I deserve to say it out loud, even in front of inspiring people.
It helps me to know that other creative folk face issues, even if they differ from my experience.
I like returning to this Rebecca Green post, to remind me to get back to drawing and back to analogue inspiration.
Have you ever struggled with a form of imposter syndrome? What gets you through the crap times?
