So here's the deal...

I'm starting to get really frickin' annoyed at myself.

I see such wonderful artists, some whom I know personally and others I greatly admire from afar, and I fawn over and idolize their art. They all have their styles. So many of them you can pick out of a crowd. It's like it's a part of their identity. It's them. Beautiful.

I'm good at what I do, sometimes excellent, but...

I can't find a style.

I can't.

I look at these amazing people's work and I think that I'm just a jumbled mess that can't figure herself out.

I tell myself it's okay, that I have a variety and that it's a positive thing.

But it's not.

I'm missing something. There's something in me that's missing.

What is it?

(I can't explain how much this actually hurts.)