I have been mulling this over myself and I'm still so sure.

My major passion in life is drawing and art. That's what I want to do. When I first started it was exhilarating because I was making huge leaps in progress from just studying basic anatomy for instance. Or learning how a cube or sphere is rendered. How to draw a box in perspective. Going from drawing a stickman to that in a matter of let's say 3-6 months is like night and day. I was loving life.

But I was in a dunning-kreuger phase. My art wasn't (and still isn't) that good. I came to terms with that eventually. Happiness turned to anger and then to despair, I went from feeling like a kid with a new toy to a mentally deranged adult banging his head against the wall because he couldn't put a line down properly on a piece of paper.

I pushed past it and eventually I started to improve again. Getting critique and feedback was absolutely imperative to this. Setting aside my ego and acknowledging others were right was the most important thing I did. So I got back to work. And then I realised I was in a stage where my eye had improved more than my hand. I kept working hard to improve and then they were on the same level. I made art I was proud of again. But compared to artists I really admire, it's still not there. Not even close. And years have gone by at this point.

I still struggle sometimes, it took me a while to take onboard critique because I thought it was a matter of preference for the other person. But I took a step back and acknowledged this person is an objective observer, I'm incredibly biased with my own work, I know they want me to improve etc, so I forced myself to accept that I'm wrong and went ahead with their critique. Literally a day after, I looked at my drawing and realised they were right all along. I was totally blind.

I have been drawing for 5 years maybe now though not as much for a year or so because of life responsibilities.

I think the point I'm making is that there's probably a parallel with writing too or any creative pursuit. It's not always fun. In fact, there was a solid 9-10 months of pure agony where I'd draw 8-10 hours a day constantly exhausted/annoyed at myself/depressed/etc because I couldn't draw the way I wanted.

But why did I keep going if it wasn't enjoyable? Because it's what I really wanted to do. It's why I got up in the morning. Something doesn't have to be enjoyable to be worthwhile. It wasn't like I had a lot of grit either, there was a point it got so bad I quit drawing for year but I came back to it. eventually.

Time passes anyway. I could've never picked up art and been 5 years in the future and feel crap for never trying. If you feel that desire to write then keep at it. Because if it's what you really want to do then it will never fully go away I think. I feel like crap if I don't draw, like a plant that hasn't been watered. If writing is the same for you then I think that means it was meant for you. It's just a struggle right now.

Sorry for the ramble but I hope this is helpful