I love cooking, but because my mom is too much of a bimbo and my dad too much of a “manly man” to ever step into the kitchen, I never had the chance to learn from them. I grew up on delivery, takeout, eating out, and the incredible food made by the amazing woman who cooks for our family. I became deeply interested in cooking at the start of my teenage years and taught myself through the internet, books, that same woman, and other relatives.
My mom was a drunk and would be unreliable for food and the stuff she made was often bad so if I wanted to eat I needed to figure something out. My first real cooking experience was trying to impress her with a nice meal and it worked. The monster liked me, and food was a great answer for making a bad situation better.
After that it has been… Whatever works. I talk to people about their tricks and try cuisine I might not otherwise like cause it is good to know. Get cookbooks and watch cooking shows sure but also exploring the concepts behind how and why. I chose to learn basics. Why something turns out the way it does from the way you cook it (poached, baked, broiled, fried) and then add to it and adjust.
Humans are great puzzle solvers and cooking is a personal puzzle for what tastes good and what you have to work with. Get the basics down and then be ok with mistakes.