Last year, I secretly struggled with bouts of insecurity. In spite of a font of mine going viral and crashing my site, I couldn’t bear to call myself a type designer. I was a fraud who just lucked out. For the first time in a while, I was questioning if I really knew what the heck I was doing. I was trying to deal with what I later discovered was Impostor Syndrome. Sorry if this sounds like a cry for help or a fish for compliments. Trust me, it’s not. (I’m okay now, so we can move on.)
