When Self-Doubt Creeps In (and Why I Keep Creating Anyway)

When Self-Doubt Creeps In (and Why I Keep Creating Anyway) Sometimes, when I think about making art, I get these wild, exciting ideas—things I want to try, things that feel a little out of reach. And almost immediately, this voice in my head whispers, “There’s no way you can pull that off. You’re not skilled enough for that.” Cue the procrastination spiral. Not the light, casual kind, either—the overwhelming, paralyzing kind that keeps me from even picking up a brush. But then, eventually, I do sit down to paint. Or draw. And once I start, something strange happens: time disappears. Hours slide by unnoticed. I fall into that trance-like space where creating takes over and the world gets quiet. And then I come out the other side—blinking, tired, covered in smudges—and there it is. The thing I imagined is right there, looking back at me. It always feels a bit like magic. Like I survived the whole experience by the skin of my teeth. I usually say to myself, “Wow. I actually pul...