Uncertain | At the Canvas

“I don’t even know why you bother. This is garbage. Worse. It’s like Thomas Kincaid. Are you the freaking Painter of Light (TM) now? Is that who you’ve become? I thought this meant something to you. You’re a joke. Look at that thing. It’s so...it’s so generic. Why do you even bother? What is your problem? You’re down here day and night. You’ve invested tens of thousands of dollars. Countless hours. Decades. And for what? That’s the best you’ve got? THAT? Just stop. Stop it. Stop it,” I said to myself.  

It’s called imposter syndrome.

It leaves me uncertain.

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 It starts at a whisper. It’s hard to hear at first. This uncertainty.

It starts at a whisper. It’s hard to hear at first. This uncertainty.