I feel a bit of a kinship with the “Great and Powerful” Trixie: she’s not really a wizard, and I’m not really an artist.
 
If I were an artist, I would consider myself the worst artist I know. Sure, I can probably draw a pony better than some others. But it’s been nearly seven years for me. Seven years, and my ponies still look like… this. Nobody I know has been drawing for as long as I have and had so little to show for it. Nobody I know tries so very meekly to improve.
 
The thing that makes someone an artist, to me, is their drive to improve their craft. Their current level of skill is irrelevant; it’s how much progress they make day to day. It’s their passion. Their willingness to try. An artist who posses these qualities would be a better artist than I am, even if they picked up a pencil only yesterday.
 
Every time I post, I feel a tremendous amount of shame. I haven’t been able to truly finish a drawing for months now. I just can’t find the will to power through. I feel so defeated with each stroke. It all looks so ugly. Embarrassingly, almost unbearably ugly. Sometimes, it really is more than I can bear.
 
But, if there’s one thing I’ve learned while being the Heir of Rick, it’s that you don’t have to be great or powerful to make a great and powerful difference in someone’s day.