Phew, like probably every designer, you undergo such horrid pains creating a design and taking pleasure out of it. Nothing you produce ever seems good enough.

Thriving for perfection - a masochistic disease so many have. Oh, the attitude of mind. You know you cannot reach perfection as it would contradict every possible setting we carry in our genes, but what good does it do to dwell passively on our imperfections if we can at least attempt to reach the maximum of our capabilities, however small or large they might be? Being slightly delusional and hopelessly optimistic does help at times. Putting oneself and one's abilities down every now and then also aids in wanting to progress and become better at what you do, having those fear-inducing, devilish demons in the back of your brain, whispering in most unflattering words, that you need to get on, do more, learn more, reflect more and never settle or be content with what you do believe to know.

Knowing nothing is good. Knowing nothing is tremendously healthy. Each time you've learned something new, you realise you know absolutely nothing. Over and over again. That's what motivates me. Wanting to know. And know more. And learn. I'll have enough sleep when I ... well, that does sound overly dramatic. Meanwhile, I've settled to be a Baccalaureus for life. I think that's a very rewarding position to be in.