I’ve worked for myself for the last fourteen years since my early twenties.
I’m self-taught in all that I do and have worked with clients from Google to Mars, to Wired Magazine.
My work has allowed me to work from any cafe, in many countries, all over the world.
As a writer, illustrator, and coach, the work has afforded me a freedom I’d never change.
But I’ve also often struggled financially, I’ve frequently wanted to give up and quit, and I have doubted myself every single day.
I’ve come to accept doubt as a normal part of what I do.
These truths keep me going when I find myself doubting:
Doubt means I care.
What is doubt but a surge of energy rippling through my chest?
Energy can be read in many ways. One such way is that the energy I feel reflects my caring; my passion, my need for getting it right.
I want to succeed. With this want, there will always be fear running in parallel.
I have come to delight in this wave of fear.
It is a sign I am doing what’s right.
It’s a sign I am alive.