When I was a little girl, people would ask me if I wanted to be an artist when I grew up because I was always painting and creating. I would get almost offended, and reply exuberantly, ” I am an artist!”

As I became an adult and went into my first college art class, leaving with a C, I realized I may not be that great. I started calling art a hobby and I became frustrated with my skills.

Eventually I realized that the only person I was creating art for was myself, and that only I had to like it. Now, I know, that I am in fact, an artist.