While I was being lazy around the house on my day off Monday, I was searching about for something crafty I could do on the couch in front of a movie. (Picking up the knitting might seem perfect here, but knitting requires too much of my concentration to handle doing it while paying attention to something else.) And finally I was like, duh, hello, drawing!
I used to draw a lot. Really, a lot. As kids, my sister and I drew entire worlds and narrated the lives of the people in it as we drew, and we would do this day after day after day for hours at a time. It was like playing house or Barbies or whatever, but with drawings. In school, my notebooks and binders were always covered with sketches. Later on I'd draw during my downtime at work. But somehow over the last few years I've gotten away from it.
So Monday I fished out a sketchbook and some colored pencils and dove back in. And it felt really good to be drawing something. Definitely not Art with a capital A, but something.