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I wish I had a story about how I was born to do this—but instead, I have the story of the day I realized I was not.
Chapter 1: The Reality Check
Let’s go back to my first day of design school. The typical icebreaker: “Introduce yourself and tell us why you chose this career.” One by one, my classmates shared how they’d been the “creative genius” of their families, sketching masterpieces since they were three. They talked about how design was their calling and how they couldn’t see themselves doing anything else. And then there was me—the girl who decided to study graphic design two weeks before classes started. If you’d asked my younger self, graphic design wouldn’t have even made the cut.
Chapter 2: The Trauma
Growing up, I wasn’t the kid sketching perfect drawings or making flawless DIYs. I was the kid coloring outside the lines, making messy crafts and abandoning every instruction manual halfway through because I wanted to “do my own thing.” I spent Saturday mornings glued to Art Attack, crafting things so questionable that my mom had to “blame the rain” for their mysterious disappearances. I bounced from hobby to hobby—dance (either too boring, like ballet, or too wild, like contemporary), photography (ruined by my cringy edits in PicMonkey), videography (attempts at making funny videos that weren’t funny at all), painting (fun, but never quite my thing), and so on.
Chapter 3: The Moment of Truth
When it was my turn to speak, I couldn’t fake an epic origin story. So I told the truth: “My name is Aranza, I’m 18, and I decided to study graphic design two weeks ago.” It wasn’t my proudest moment, but it felt honest—and it took some pressure off my shoulders.
If I were a pessimist, my story would’ve ended here. But I’m not—so let me finish.
Chapter 4: The Delulu Conclusion
That day, I felt really out of place—like I didn’t belong. And to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I was in the right place. But something shifted when I started learning about design.
Over time, I realized design isn’t about making perfect things—it’s about curiosity, problem-solving, and figuring things out as you go. And honestly? Trying different things along the way taught me that creativity isn’t about mastering one skill, but about exploring, experimenting, and finding connections in places you wouldn’t expect.
Now, the story of the day I realized I wasn’t a prodigy designer reminds me of what I value most about my journey—the curiosity behind creativity. And after years of learning and refining my craft, I know I can always return to that curious little girl—this time, with just a bit more confidence, knowing that creativity was always inside her.