As I was lying in my hospital bed recovering from my two surgeries, I had nothing to do but think while going in and out of sleep. My mind obviously drifted towards what I want to draw next, along with feeling thankful for being alive and fine. It’s funny how sometimes being in a horrible situation can eventually make you see the light, once the dust settles down.
So I thought of a little project - to think of things I am thankful for and draw them. I don't care if I can draw everyday or once a week, or whether I can come up with five things, or ten, or fifty before getting bored and abandoning the project.
I had been pressurising myself for drawing everyday, setting targets and deadlines - and this just ended up adding to my mental agony instead of making me happy. In this process of healing, I'm just going to draw what I feel like, when I feel like and not worry about making it pretty or perfect, not worry about where it goes. So here it goes.