It’s not something I had wished I had started sooner, it’s more like I should have continued.
Sketching, drawing, and coloring was something I was fond of doing in my spare time. I wasn’t the greatest but I was good at it. There was so much room and time for improvement.
Then, I suppose I had a relationship that just changed everything. The relationship did end. It was like I was slowly losing myself and my passions that it feels like…it’s too late to return to the things I once loved doing. Feels like a death I wasn’t prepared for.
Remaining hopeful or naive, but here’s to someday picking up and dusting off my sketching pencils.




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