Last week, while cleaning out my shelf, I found my old sketchbook from art school. Immediately, many memories came rushing back. The memories of late nights drawing and the candles I have burnt. I remembered getting lost art each time I pick up my pen.
As I sat flipping over the pages, I felt sad that I had ever abandoned something that had given me great joy. I would love to kick-start my art career back again after many years have gone by. Does anyone else feel this way about a hobby they used to love?
As I sat flipping over the pages, I felt sad that I had ever abandoned something that had given me great joy. I would love to kick-start my art career back again after many years have gone by. Does anyone else feel this way about a hobby they used to love?