I think every designer feels worthless from time to time...I know I do. It’s like being a creatively-blocked writer, throwing wad after wad of failed attempts into the trash. Only for me, the trash can is on my desktop. No amount of espresso, vitamin water or green tea can move me. Sometimes it’s so bad that I want to pack-it-up and get a bartending gig like the old days.

The anxiety and doubt build, the clock ticks, and the screen in front of me holds some horrible mish-mash comp that’s going nowhere. I’m exhausted, filled with self-disappointment and calling myself a fraud and a failure. I find myself humming that song, “Dang me, dang me...They ought to take a rope and hang me.” (It only makes matters worse that I only know that one line—it becomes as annoying as hell.)

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