As I sit here, I listen to a man who recently decided that it wasn't such 'a wonderful life' and work on a concept that I honestly doubt will ever see the light of day. As a result, it begs me to think WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE????
Its not a question I haven't thought of before, and I am positive that everyone I know has thought exactly the same thing, so it's not a unique or an exceptional question; what it is in actual fact is a kick up the arse.
I am dying of creative bordem. I am in fact being quite spoilt and my curl is twisting on my forehead, but I mean... I am not doing the creative things I want to do. Who's fault is it? Well, mine of course. It's my own insecurities that have lead me down a path of a corporate freeway, only once indicating off and it ended in a horrendous collison of opinion. So where does this leave me? I suppose I could do something out of the Monday to Friday 8/5:30 - But everyone says that and how many do?
It's all to distracting and I feel like a complete fraud. A hyporcrit. How can I instruct designers, if I havent developed my own inner creative giant?
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