Today marks 2 years since I first started drawing. If I had better time management, I'd probably have made something to celebrate.

I never really thought I'd get this far, yet now I only really want to go further. It feels odd to look back on it, given it was such a spur of the moment thing, something I only ever expected to be a side hobby I'd toss aside after I got bored of it after a few months. But now we're here. I still can't say I'm fully happy with my own work. Some days that feeling gets to me, other days it makes me want to just keep working until maybe some day I could be.

Admittedly, my mood lately has not been the best. Life's just been a bit hard. But, I can't help but be grateful through it all to know that I've made some things that people seem to enjoy. I hope to make more. I'd love to get to know more of the people who've inspired me, do more fun and spontaneous things like trades or raffles, get more confident in my work and put myself out there more. Maybe it's selfish to want to do and be so much more, but I definitely don't want this to be "it". And I'll work to make sure it isn't.