Last year I couldn't do it. I wanted to. I was prepared. But I got mired down in a bit of negative 'out in the world' shit and I just. . . sigh . . . Couldn't.
That's not going to stop me this year. This year it's not a challenge, it's not a task, or a job. It's not something I have to do.
It's something that I love to do, something that makes me feel great. It's going to be a self care ritual, it's something that isn't happening for anyone else. It's happening for me.
And it's happening totally pressure free.
There's no need to worry about what it looks like when it's finished. There's no need to think about it going on merchandise. There's no need for prints. I won't exhibit it at the end of the month. It's just a little bit of time I spend everyday immersed in a totally stress free, pressure free, expectation free little sketch book that the universe washed up on my shore just in time for me to need it.
Weird story about that sketch book, actually. I bought it about 3 or 4 years ago. I tied it up in a shiny fabric wrapper (aka make up bag wrap thing that I never used for it's intended purpose cause make up ain't really my bag, baby).
And then I put it somewhere safe for when I was ready to use it. As soon as I found something worthy of putting in it's crisp pages, clean and fresh and filled endlessly with potential.
One week ago, I had a major clean up and I found it. Just in time for a month of inking every day. A month which I hope will extend on to include the rest of the year. Maybe the rest of my life.
This little ink feels so good that I want to do it every day for the rest of my life.
So there you have it. You are seeing Day One of the rest of my life.
What are you doing on Day One of the rest of yours?