When I switched from being a designer to design recruitment, I had no idea what I was doing. I’d spend hours analyzing portfolios, second-guessing every hiring decision, and overthinking feedback. It felt like a game where everyone knew the rules except me.
Now? I can glance at a portfolio and know—almost instantly—whether the designer is a fit.
It’s not magic. It’s time.
Experience stacks up, layer by layer, until what once required conscious effort becomes automatic. Like how a chef doesn’t need to measure spices, or a musician can improvise without thinking. What used to be a slow, deliberate process becomes an instinct.
Instinct isn’t born out of nothing. It’s trained. It’s earned. It’s the result of making mistakes, correcting them, and doing it over and over again until the patterns become second nature.
When I started trekking, I had to actively remind myself to drink water, layer up before it got cold, and pace myself. Now, my body recognizes altitude changes before my mind does. It tells me when I need to slow down, when I need to eat, and when something feels off.
Experience is nothing but stored failures and successes. Given enough time, it stops feeling like knowledge and starts feeling like instinct. And that’s when you know—you’ve truly learned.
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