It hit me a while back that I've been creating things long before I knew what design even was.  By sixteen years old I was painting murals on the walls of my high school in Colorado, cutting aspen branches into chess pieces (to go with the chess board I was making in wood shop) and hand-illustrating my own RPG books because I couldn't have the real ones.

I've been making things my whole life. I suppose I just eventually found a medium that pays, and gives me that good ahhhhhhhh feeling at the end of a work day. 

Nothing compares to solving a problem or finding an idea that nobody else seems to have seen yet.  It's genuinely the only sort of life I can stand to live. If I don't have a deep dive project to invest some time in, I don't feel complete.