Six months ago I found myself in a funk that was hard to shake. I was ready to give up on so many things I had worked hard to create (this website) and worried I was just too tired to show up every day and write, design, lead, make. Instead of blowing up my life (like I did 8 years ago), I picked up a sketchbook and promised to let go of my ego. I would make time each day to draw, for no reason other than the enjoyment of watching my hand glide across the page. It didn’t matter what I made as long as I was making.