I get a lot of comments from people who see my "progress" charts (see some of the links below), who tell me that it gave them courage to see good artists aren't born, but have to learn their stuff the hard way, just like everybody else. 1995 always marked a pivotal point for my art for me - less because I suddenly became good, but because that was the year I tried new stuff and made a huge realisation: I can keep improving.
I just have to keep going.
I just read through my old diaries and found these two entries, both from 1995, and thought to share them. Aren't diaries a fascination device? You really conserve your younger self on the pages, for your older one to read. I always think it's fascinating.
Whatever your endeavours, good luck with them! And if you meet people who try to put you down by lying to you - emerge stronger for the experience.