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Performance anxiety, the famous imposter syndrome, procrastination, and our inevitable resignation to the fact that everything is shit and so are we.
Some days at the work station are dark, icy and full of gloom...
You’d imagine that if you love something hard enough, put in the hours, the work; that you’d finally get the hang of it and feel like you belong? Self worth’s a funny thing.

Creative Paralysis

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