Spent 3 hours in drafting class learning how to do the alphabet according to architectural standards. Still had a headache this morning from hunching over the drafting table meticulously writing “aaaabbbbbcccccdddd” and still forgetting to scrub my ends, touch the guides and cross my verticals and horizontals ever so slightly. It was nice to wake up this morning to a little freehand and realize that I’ve got some strange wizard abilities. My drawing experience is limited. I am crafty, but was never a drawer. I have been finding that I am pleasantly surprised when I start putting that pencil to paper. Something deep inside me just knows what looks right and wrong… it’s nice when you can tap into instinct and not rely entirely on the mind. At the risk of sounding like a complete cheese ball, there’s something spiritual about it, and I’m talking about any/all art, music, dance, and probably even sport (I wouldn’t know, I have zero instinct other than to close my eyes and scrunch my face when anything is tossed at me).