I didn’t get it as a kid. I never understood that one should take pride in their name, because in the end it’s all we really have to call our own. The only thing I knew was that my name wasn’t like the names of people who I grew up with.
There are days where I am highly motivated and inspired, but then there are other days where the ethos is so barren that it’s hard to squeeze out a single drop of inspiration.
I noticed the other day, when writing music with a buddy of mine, that I count myself out a lot. When I do something that is awesome, I tend to use negative qualifiers that downplay what I am truly capable of.
