 From the time I was a toddler, when adults asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I knew my answer. Artist. And over the years, that answer expanded. Artist and writer. Creativity surged from my heart to my fingertips. So as I got older, dads grew. My drawing wasn't good enough, I couldn't figure out oil paint. Plotting stories is challenging, and I haven't lived or researched enough to write a convincing story. I fight against myself. My type 5 inclinations were the opinion, drawing, and setting. Because I want to understand the world and recreate it with words and color, but I never feel ready.