During the day, I'm great. I'm confident when I'm working, I push through mistakes, grow and learn. Then, as I lay me down to sleep, those nagging little gremlins come to chatter in my ear about how much of a mediocre hack I am and I'm kept awake until the early hours. I wake up, feeling as if I was hit by a train carrying a truck carrying a ton of bricks, have a cup of joe, AND DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN! WHEEEEE!!!!

And you know what the best part is? I do NOT regret choosing to be an artist.