{"id":4519,"date":"2015-03-22T09:15:29","date_gmt":"2015-03-22T13:15:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/intramuralist.com\/?p=4519"},"modified":"2015-03-22T09:27:12","modified_gmt":"2015-03-22T13:27:12","slug":"gifted","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/intramuralist.com\/?p=4519","title":{"rendered":"gifted"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"photo-1423753623104-718aaace6772\"<\/a>For years many encouraged this former HR director to be a graphic designer. I could see things and draw them with ease, often adding that clever, artistic touch. Despite the consistent encouragement, I instead pursued a management career.<\/p>\n

Later there was one of those \u201cseasons in life\u201d when I thought, \u201cI could do that… I could be a graphic designer, too…\u201d<\/em> I even set up my own design company — working with multiple clients — corporate and individual — designing logos, storyboards, even complete marketing campaigns. It was fulfilling and fun, and many even raved at my work. There was one problem: it was never quite my actual \u201cgift.\u201d It wasn\u2019t my deepest passion. While I could<\/em> do it, I wasn’t certain that I should.<\/em><\/p>\n

Yes, I could accomplish the tasks and do the job. I was able to create some fascinating designs, but there was something more — something deeper within me… something laborious… something that just didn\u2019t flow as naturally… something that was more work than talent… more strain than strength, and more burdensome than actual brilliance.<\/p>\n

Then it dawned on me. As much I was able to fulfill the role of a graphic designer, it wasn\u2019t my \u201cgift\u201d; it wasn\u2019t something where all flowed naturally…<\/p>\n