I just finished my finals and I’m not doing anything. I love this feeling. I hope my grades will be good because I worked really hard. If you were to ask me 10 years ago about the way I studied, I would have told you it’s nonexistent. Since very recently, I discovered the wonderful feeling of accomplishment. I guess I’ve changed in a decade.
On the other hand, I drew 2 things in my humble sketchbook.
A false bird of paradise.
And a llama. I’d like to believe this is a llama.
I’m happy with the results. When I was younger, I had a school friend named Sabrina and she drew well. My best friend drew well too. So, naturally, I tried drawing. But, I never got to their level. I hid my art. It was accidentally burned and I eventually gave up on it. I still bought sketchbooks and colouring materials over the years but didn’t follow through with using them for a very very long time. ‘I will never be THAT good anyway,’ I thought. A very good friend told me recently ‘comparison is the thief of joy.’ She’s right.