I realized last week that I’ve completely lost my design mojo. Totally. Completely. Gone. This shouldn’t have come as a surprise considering the events of the last six months, as well as the fact that I’m currently putting myself through a grueling series of classes specifically so I can stop being a designer once and for all – but it was. Despite everything that’s happened, I’ve always found graphic design, in and of itself, to be interesting, challenging, thought-provoking and fun. I’m not a brilliant designer, but I’m a very competent one, and I think I really excel in certain areas.
Once upon a time I was a graphic designer. Okay, I still am. But once upon a time I really wanted to make it as a graphic designer. In Chicago. Or New York. I wanted my work to be featured in Print or HOW. I wanted to be one of those people they profile in the “30 Under 30” lists. I wanted clients to ask for me. I wanted to be a rock star.