“Talent is long patience.”
— Gustave Flaubert
A few years ago I lay on the couch in my living room, curled up into a fetal position, intermittently groaning and blinking back tears.
I felt as though everything I had worked for had been ripped away from me, as though I had arrived at the party to which I’d been invited, only to have the door slammed in my face, as though the fragile mask of competence I’d been wearing had been torn away, and the whole world now saw what a fraud I was.







