The rebirth

Can't believe this is what my life has come to.

Ok. That's a bit of a melodramatic opening line...

Let's try again...

So this is it. Make or break time. (muuuch better)

I told myself that at some point in my life I'd return to school and study something in the creative industry. Not because I think it's gonna be easy, but because I wouldn't mind spending 3 years of my life studying something I am passionate about.

One thing I didn't anticipate was what I'm faced with at this very moment. I have to draw or paint something (anything) before I can be considered for admission.

This is no problem for me. I know I can draw. Even though I don't remember the last time I actually drew something.

I'm not worried about actually doing it. I'm not worried about what the end result is gonna look like. I'm not worried about ho little time I have. Actually... I'm not worried at all. I'm gonna do this. Even if I have to submit a page with one blob in the center!

Just got back from buying some drawing pads, pencils, an eraser and a sharper. All the tools I used to rely heavily on back in school when I used to draw during my downtime.

Come to think of it, back in the day I used to only draw when I had nothing better to do. On those days when I wanted to be alone with just me, my pencil and my music. Not a lot has changed since then, seeing that I still do pretty much the same thing, only difference is that I've come to rely so much on clicking and double-clicking that I have somehow lost the connection I used to have with paper. I guess this is my chance to rekindle that bond. See if the spark still exists.

There's no other way to do it but to do it to it!