I’m great at pretending.
A recurring theme I find myself stuck on is the idea of pretending. Specifically, the idea that I’m really just pretending to be nearly all of the things I’d like to be. I guess you could say that we’re all really pretending in hopes that we match up to a definition of some kind.
Really, I’m not a designer, I just pretend to be one. I try to make smart design decisions about my life, I’ve got the books, the wardrobe, fancy business cards and I can wax poetic about Adobe products, but I’m not a designer, I’m just pretending to be one.
I’m not a writer either, or a photographer, or a fabricator, nor do I have a clue what I’m doing in regards to computers and technology. Heck, that last part is all magic to me.
The older I become the more I realise that I never actually know what I’m doing, I’ve just become exceptionally talented at pretending to know what I’m doing.
