Back to the drawing board

Sometimes when people ask me how I’m doing in the “life” department, I don’t really know how to respond. I’m at the age where my friends are out there getting engaged/married/having children.

Me? I’m kind of living my best life in a very different way.

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But this is about how I am slowly learning to become more comfortable with the person who I have to live with for the rest of my life: myself.

I was in a little bit of a funk for a while. I used to draw way more when I was a student but since the full time job, a lot of my daily brain juice is used for that.

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I was thinking a lot about my current life state while I watched the world speed past me over the past few months.

Watching people post about their lives on social media got me mildly annoyed about putting up this facade about how “awesome” our lives are. I knew it wasn’t true, but it seemed like a lot of people seemed to have their lives more or less together.
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And then, last week when I was visiting my parents over the weekend, my mother volunteered me to draw a couple of murals for this hiking trail in my hometown.

I thought it would be a good way to force myself to get back into drawing.

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For the first time in a while, I found myself not disliking my drawings.

They were very well received and it made me feel good. I was on a little bit of a hiatus for a while, but maybe that’s what I needed to get back.

I’m slowly learning to be more confident in my own abilities. To stop thinking about what people who I don’t actually like that much think about me and care more about the people who actually matter.

But mostly, to learn to love myself.
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