Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust
There are often times when I wonder if the path I've chosen to go down was the right one for me. Of course, usually the answer is YES because I am having a silly amount of fun. But once in a while that little tickle of self doubt crawls into that inner voice that really makes me worry.
Currently: Was graphic design really that great of a choice for me?
If any one of my worries were to shine out, that would be it. I often wonder if I am creative enough for the job or if I am just a fraud. Can I really come up with all these beautifully designed products? What happens if I stop being creative and just hit the wall and can't produce anything further?
What prompted this was working on a freelance design project. It was going so well and then all of a suddenly WHAM... design block slams me in the back of the head.
I took a little break away from the project just to take a breath and see if that would help. I've tried a few of my cure-alls, and they aren't really curing anything.
So if I get mentally blocked on a simple project, what will happen when I get a full-time job designing, and will be required to come up with stuff every day, five days a week, for the next forty to fifty years.
...gulp...
I guess what it comes down to is me following a few simple rules. 1) Don't panic. 2) Take a breather, get some caffeine / sugar / comfort food / other item of food into my system that cheer me up. 3) Tap into a creative well by looking at other things that inspire me (guess my office better be well stocked with nice cookbooks and pretty things).
And failing that... 4) Picture a big rock in my mind, and me throwing that rock at the stupid creative wall. The wall can bugger off and leave me alone, I have work to do!
I wouldn't have graduated university, been production director, or been doing this for so long now if I didn't have creativity, right? I wouldn't have been hired for a freelance job if I didn't have what it takes.
Now I need to buckle up, settle in, and get back to work darnit!
Faith in myself, trust that I can do this job, and (maybe just a little) pixie dust in the form of chocolate. That's all I need.
Currently: Was graphic design really that great of a choice for me?
If any one of my worries were to shine out, that would be it. I often wonder if I am creative enough for the job or if I am just a fraud. Can I really come up with all these beautifully designed products? What happens if I stop being creative and just hit the wall and can't produce anything further?
What prompted this was working on a freelance design project. It was going so well and then all of a suddenly WHAM... design block slams me in the back of the head.
I took a little break away from the project just to take a breath and see if that would help. I've tried a few of my cure-alls, and they aren't really curing anything.
So if I get mentally blocked on a simple project, what will happen when I get a full-time job designing, and will be required to come up with stuff every day, five days a week, for the next forty to fifty years.
...gulp...
I guess what it comes down to is me following a few simple rules. 1) Don't panic. 2) Take a breather, get some caffeine / sugar / comfort food / other item of food into my system that cheer me up. 3) Tap into a creative well by looking at other things that inspire me (guess my office better be well stocked with nice cookbooks and pretty things).
And failing that... 4) Picture a big rock in my mind, and me throwing that rock at the stupid creative wall. The wall can bugger off and leave me alone, I have work to do!
I wouldn't have graduated university, been production director, or been doing this for so long now if I didn't have creativity, right? I wouldn't have been hired for a freelance job if I didn't have what it takes.
Now I need to buckle up, settle in, and get back to work darnit!
Faith in myself, trust that I can do this job, and (maybe just a little) pixie dust in the form of chocolate. That's all I need.
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