Pieces of me...

Do you ever feel wierd about calling yourself an Artist or Writer? I know I do. I have been writing and drawing since I can remember. So why is it so hard? I know it took alot of time for me to think that my work could be worth something to anyone else besides myself. I still don't think I have the confidance or maybe the drive... to be like some professional artists I know. And for now, I guess I am okay with being my kids favorite painter or story teller. But someday I will be proud of myself. I will push harder, and find the inside of me. So now I will go to sleep and find pieces of me in my dreams............... so goodnight.