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At 5 am I was awakened by fresh and slightly cold air, which..
🕑 Added 2023-04-25 19:32:37 +0000 UTC At 5 am I was awakened by fresh and slightly cold air, which was accompanied by the sound of rain beating strong, heavy drops on my eaves. I again forgot to close the window before going to bed. My bed is right next to the window, so when I wake up, the first thing I do is always look out the it. Sometimes I see the beautiful light of dawn from the sun that has just awakened and its warm rays, like the most caring mother in the world, kiss my cheeks and forehead, fΠΎrcing me to wake up. Sometimes I see fluffy clouds like cotton candy and blue skies. But today I woke up early and it was raining outside the window. Here he is the culprit of my early rise. I watched the dripping drops from the back of my window. There were so many thoughts in my head that it was simply impossible to fall asleep. In this stream of endless, breaking and abruptly changing thoughts, I grabbed onto one memory. Memories of how I started to draw. I took a notebook from the windowsill, in which I write down my thoughts when there are a lot of them. I read this technique in one book, it is called the βthought diaryβ. Its essence lies in the fact that when you wake up, the first thing you do is write down everything that comes to your mind in a notebook. It doesn't matter if it has some kind of logic, you just need to write as it is, pour out the whole stream of thoughts on paper. The book said to write three pages every day. It helps to unload the head. And it is important that you never re-read this. Just write and forget. I haven't written anything in this notebook for a long time, but today I wanted to write down these memories of drawing and use them for a story that I would like to share here. Would you like to know how I started drawing?
