It was like I was stuck in the rut of my current level and I couldn’t get out. I started to become frustrated with my art again and I felt like I was failing in what I was doing. I started being more selective about who I showed my art to. I kept my creative writing secret so that no one would push me to show them my poor, amateur writing. To this day, I am still highly selective of who I show my arts to. I didn’t feel like I was good enough anymore because it didn’t fit my idea of what I thought it needed to look like. I was failing and I hated it with every inch of my being. I spent longer on every assignment because I wanted it to be perfect. I needed it to be perfect. I feared failure and I overstressed myself by doing all I could to try and avoid it. It was then that I began to notice my