Confessions of an Uncool Designer

My awkwardness is unbearable.

I generally avoid meetups because small talk usually ends in my own embarrassment. The words that fall out of my mouth are a jumbled mess of half-finished thoughts. Ask me to write an email? Sure. Ask me to say something out loud? No, thanks.

My freelance projects are few.

I need 8 hours of sleep at night.

My wardrobe is shabby.

You would think designers should have a great sense of style, with our knowledge of colour theory, proportion, variety. Many designers have great fashion sense. Not me.

My portfolio is never finished.

The whole point of a portfolio is to display your work, but most of the time I hesitate to point anyone to it because it’s never really ready. It always needs refining; which leads to redesigning; which leads to rebranding. And repeating.

My work is mediocre.

I’m not very far along in my career, but this one is tough to swallow. I’m not a prodigy, or a one-hit-wonder. I don’t have a Dribbble or Behance profile with loads of followers. I’m not the designer that I aspire to be. Yet.

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A designer writing about design and maybe some other things. Senior Growth Designer at Parabol

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Alicia Cressall

Alicia Cressall

A designer writing about design and maybe some other things. Senior Growth Designer at Parabol