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My Sketchbook!

Ok, I can't even tell you how excited I am for this post.
All I need is one rainy day and an all time favorite notebook to get started;(and of course a pencil or something😅)
Somehow the gray and gloomy weather motivated me,or was it the boredom!?hmm..I'll never know.
So I turned to the next fresh page and opened Pinterest. Probably my favorite app.ever.
Then I picked up a pencil. First few of my drawings were kinda horrible. But the next few were just so relaxing and fun. And I realized that even normal people can draw master pieces if you focus harder then you fret. Yep. You can draw Mona Lisa. If you believe you can. As they said
Believe and make true the simple belief .
Ok no one said that I did,but hopefully it did tell you that anything is possible. At least I think so.
There was a point in my life I drew stick figures and the sun in the corner of the page. Obviously. You have to start somewhere. One year from now you would regret that you didn't start today. That you didn't make resolutions. That you had and still have a boring life. That you could visit Europe,but you didn't believe in yourself. You had enough money but you were afraid To.Take.The.Plunge.
Okok.getting back to real life.(and the point of this post which I conveniently forgot😄😅)
I wanted to post more art. From my new sketchbook. I will do a full flip thru post and for those of you waiting for the poem , it's going to be out after this.
From
thelazywriter

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