At least once a year, my mother likes to tell the story about how when I was in Kindergarten, the teacher told her that, while I had a lot of creative ideas, her concern was that I "had a hard time accepting the ideas of others over my own."
While this recounting is usually some kind of ploy to knock me down a few pegs, perhaps it was an early sign of my quest to wrestle creative control, and pursue what seemed to be very strong visions. At least that's what I tell myself when being shamed at a family gathering.
There is something very fascinating to me about how the human brain works, and where there was once emptiness and uncertainty, thoughts & ideas seemingly appear out of thin air. And while some ideas are better than others, this process of creative conjuring still seems very magical to me. I do what I can to keep that magic alive in my work, but have learned to listen intently to my respected peers when an idea is bad.
My teacher would be so proud.