What We Least Expect

So going to an art school, I am constantly bombarded with images... Images of other rising artists and artists who have already made their mark, information that no matter how hard I try, I'm just not good enough. I just hardly slip by, never satisfied, never happy, and never quite knowing how to fix what I so dislike about myself and my work. While my boyfriend helps me with the "disliking myself part," I still disliked my work. Here I am, an artist who sucks hard core at drawing and who struggles constantly with the feeling of being strongly inferior to everyone around. And then I read this article. Coupled with a lecture that I attended at my college several weeks before, I'm starting to see that the road isn't so hopeless after all. Sure I've got a hellishly long ways to go, but the road is far from impossible to travel on.