At some point you have to make peace with the fact that nobody’s coming to save you from your day job. Nobody’s going to tell you it’s time.
You won’t hear that you’re good enough, original enough, ready enough. Either you’ll hear silence, or you’ll hear criticism. The ones who think it’s too much and the ones who think it’s not enough, both will find you and neither know a damn thing.
The thing you want to do is either going to get done or it isn’t. It’s not up to the critics. It’s up to you. It’s your decision.
I’m not talking about confidence. Confidence is overrated and mostly performative anyway. I’m talking about sitting your ass in the chair and creating the thing you want to make in spite of every reasonable excuse that tells you it will never work out.
You don’t need a permit. There isn’t one. And if you’re really asking for permission, fine. You have it. I give you permission to make the thing. Go.
Paul Scott 