There are a lot of names to call this "now what" stage: art block, depression, a quarter life artist crisis even. All I seemed to have learned from making art is that not one single artist can seem to avoid a period of doubt, depression, and a lack of creation.
Several years ago during my undergraduate I took an additional course to assist in my thought processes and concise writing for the art history courses I was taking at the time. I ran across one of my answers to a prompt we were given and even today I am proud of how clearly I stated how art history encompassed all life and history of the human realm. It's fascinating to see how much passion and zest I had back then and how I still carry it now, just with more knowledge and years behind this conviction.
The more we analyzed it and discussed it for clarity really helped me see more of myself than I thought was there. It's like a light went off in me. I found myself nodding along to her every word when she continued to read the lists of characteristics, possible occupations and even how I would make decisions based off of my type. I found myself thinking that it feels almost like I went to a psychic and got my palm read and my future told, but I reminded myself that these results came to be from years of scientific data and research of human personality.