Opened Eyes

I always seek clarity. Often, the more I seek, the less I find.

Once I sketched a lot. Just little things. But the habit waned. A friend’s challenge got me open my sketchbooks again. I’ll rebirth this part of myself.

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I broke out my sketchbook today

I haven’t done much more than doodle for years. My soul had been begging my to start again. So, he we are.

This sketchbook is one I’ve had for years. So easy to let the blank page intimidate me. I don’t want to ruin my book with crap. Fear.

Finally, with an abrupt leap, the pencil came forth and the paper got marked. No one died. So things are good.