I've been drawing since I was a kid. I thought I'd be a high rolling graphic designer, or change the world with my exquisite works of fine art when I first started out.
The more art I studied and took in, the harder I tried to emulate my heroes, and the more disappointed in my own abilities I became.
So I 'packed it in' and concentrated on real things instead, like babies and a marriage jobs that paid the rent.
I still doodle, and now the marriage is gone, the babies are young men.
I spend too much on art books though, and too much time doodling when I should be cleaning or studying, and it breaks my heart that I never tried harder to get better at putting the things I dream about onto paper....a cautionary tale to the young there...
Sometimes, I'll start a drawing, and amaze myself with the accuracy or the ease the images appear...other times I'm surrounded by scrunched up pieces of paper and overwhelmed with my own inadequacies...but I never stop trying.
Sometimes I'll spend ages sharpening pencils and never commit them to paper.
If any of this strikes a chord I'd love to hear from you.