We understand people on the other side (of the ocean, of the window, of the divide) but they aren’t us.
When I see the amazing work of other designers, especially that of former classmates, and see how successful they are, I can’t help it: the green demon rears its ugly head. Avoiding the comparison is hard, and so is dealing with my design jealousy.
We know very clearly who we want to be; but very vaguely who we are. This is my ode to my chingus, the people who let me be me.
I’ve been there so often in my life that it’s almost become a horrible mantra in my head. That feeling of not being good enough for the people close to you. That feeling of being a failure to them. Of disappointing them with everything you are. Well guess what? Stop thinking like that.
Getting fired is never fun. I only got fired once in my life, and that was definitely not the exception to the rule. If anything, I pretty much couldn’t feel a thing as it was happening. I barely remember the moment I was told I was out. Here’s the story of how I got fired, pretty much died inside for half a year, and then got offered a little lifeline.