when i was a kid, i was perfectly content with sitting on my bed with a lap desk, paper, and a pile of markers and drawing for hours. so, it surprises me that i feel like i can’t *make* anything until i have a specific place set up in which to work.
i should just take stuff to a park and draw; with the dogs.
also, i’ve been very happy this week, and people around me have noticed and commented. it makes me cheerier.