Frank Chimero in his newsletter:
"I turn thirty this year. My design career started at fifteen, so I can legitimately say I’ve done this most of my life. You’d think half a life would be enough to get into a groove, but no. My twenties were spent jumping around, trying to find a professional home—a field where I could settle down, hone my craft, and reap the benefits. I’ve done everything from book design, to interfaces, packaging, and writing. Nothing fit well enough for me to stay there for good, and I beat myself up over it. Someone with the success I’ve enjoyed shouldn’t be bouncing around like a pinball.
But self-inflicted punchups aren’t really sustainable. It was time to change how I thought about all of this. So, instead of expecting to find a home, I had to build one—a place where I could own the jumping, because I had secretly come to love it, and others had come to expect it from me. I wanted a better way to describe to other people what I was doing, but more importantly, I needed a way to understand that myself.”
This is very much how I’ve felt / still feel. And the fact that I’m soon turning thirty-three.