My toxic trait: waiting for permission to be an artist đš
Hi, Iâm Ivanna đđŒ A girl from Ukraine, a young mom, and an artist. I can finally say that last part out loud without having a panic attack or expecting the âstyle policeâ to show up and arrest me for imposter syndrome.
For the longest time, my main hobby wasnât paintingâit was high-level procrastination. Iâd spend ages perfecting random, useless stuff just to avoid facing a blank canvas. Why? Because I was terrified of meeting my own imperfection. If it didnât look like a Louvre masterpiece in the first five minutes, it went straight into the trash.
My best power move lately:
Iâve officially given my art permission to be total crap. đ©
Right now, I only have a couple of hours a week (the âmom lifeâ schedule is real). Is that enough? Maybe not. But now, itâs my time of absolute freedom.
Iâm done waiting for a âgreen lightâ from my inner critic.
Iâve accepted the struggle as part of the game.
If creating feels hard, it doesnât mean âitâs not for meââit just means Iâm leveling up.
The world doesnât care how much you suffer over a sketch. It just wants to see something real, even if itâs a bit messy.
Why am I coming out of my âbunkerâ?
I used to hide behind the phrase âIâm just not talented.â It was incredibly cozy. When you donât show anything, nobody can tell you itâs bad. You move at âyour own pace,â which is actually zero pace. Zero responsibility, zero risk, zero growth. đ©
A few months ago, I desperately needed someone to tell me: âHey, itâs okay. Just start drawing garbage.â Now, Iâm stepping into that space myself, and I want to be that friend for you.
What to expect from this Substack:
No âovernight successâ BS here. Just the real path, because I genuinely want to be the friend I needed so badly until recently (and letâs be real, I still do):
Finding the audacity to be an artist when youâre dealing with anxiety, trauma, and zero free time.
Why âbadâ art is actually the only bridge to greatness.
How to stop being your own biggest hater.
Thanks for being hereâ€ïžLetâs grow togetherâeven if it looks a little crooked at first.


