It's been a pretty intense time for me with a lot to do lately, until it calmed down quite suddenly. With less to do all of a sudden, it struck me that it's been about 4 years since I decided to learn to draw and maybe do art. That would be four years of learning and trying. It really doesn't feel like it, but it was a good time to think it over, how it has gone and if it was worth it.
Really, I've been thinking of packing it in for a while, on the one hand. It doesn't feel like I'm improving or really getting it. I'll never be anywhere near as good as a proper artist, and sometimes it just feels like the result of the effort is a waste of space.
On the other, much bigger, hand, it's been intense lately and I've had a lot of comfort from drawing. It's been a relief and an escape from everything, and I'm really happy that I've had the chance to escape down my briefcase when it all got a bit too hot. Doing art really gives you something, after all. It isn't the waste of effort that it felt like, you do get it back. Pretty shallow insight, everyone's heard it, but it's different when it happens to you, I suppose. I'd recommend anyone to give it a chance, because it can really help you when you're in a squeeze and need out for a moment.

I'll see how it all develops and what I'll do going forward, but I think I've still gotten something out of it all anyway, something quite valuable. Something I'll keep with me, and keep doing.

Four years later; it was really worth it.