when i was little, i used to lie on the floor drawing pictures all day.
when asked the question “what do you want to be when you grow up?” i never knew the answer
(and still don’t)
but i was pretty sure i wanted it to involve lying on the floor drawing pictures.
as an adult i had some pretty crappy jobs.
(when i say “pretty crappy”, of course what i mean is “truly godawful”.)
i used to wish i was at home, lying on the floor drawing pictures.
in the last few months, it appears my dreams have come true! well, just a little bit.
all i have done lately is lie on the floor drawing pictures. my sketchbook is FULL.
but ohmigosh does it make me happy!
now if i could just figure out what to do with them all…
