Imagine it’s a sunny day, and you’re taking a stroll down by the sea. A young girl devours an ice cream cone, and her massive grin, dripping with strawberry sauce, shows how much she enjoys it. You smile to yourself, thinking back to your childhood. You feel good. 

Suddenly, a greedy seagull torpedoes down. Snatching the girl’s ice cream from her hand; she sobs big snotty tears.

We’ve all had days, weeks, and months when the creativity wall hits us. The creative flame has either been snuffed out or is not getting enough fuel. The negative voices in our head just won’t shut up. Imposter syndrome is a chronic state and won’t let go of its grip. We’ve all been there.