Theodore Roosevelt hit it on the head for me. As I approach the conclusion of my thesis, and look to the incredible work being done all around me, I feel fear, anxiety, stress. I feel not good enough, inadequate.
And then I remember. I too am making something beautiful. I too have ideas that are unique, stimulating.
I spend so much of my life constantly comparing and competing–it’s what we are conditioned to do in architecture school. But I reject this way of being. I have higher standards than almost anyone else I know when it comes to living well and working hard. I don’t need to compare to others, I need to critique my self.