Last week I was a super lucky duck because my company sent me to Auckland for its annual Graduate Development Conference. An all-expenses paid trip overseas to a country I’ve never been to before? It’s like winning the corporate lottery I tell ya. The conference itself was a little bit different than what you might assume conferences are like, because it was only people from my company in attendance, and more specifically it was all new graduates (from all of the Australian and NZ offices) who’d just joined the company in the last 2-8 months.
Today I wanted to change things up a bit, so I invited my little sister Alycia to write about something she wished she’d known (or listened to!) when she was younger. I hate to be the know-it-all older sister, but I tried for years to get her to see the value in experiencing life abroad, far away from home. It wasn’t until I brought her along with me on one of my trips that she really truly figured it out, and as a 23 year old who’s mere months away from graduating university, I’d say she figured it out just in time. Ain’t nothing like a trip to Iceland to change your perspective!
Seven months after my post about “Training My Little Hands to Learn To Draw Again”, I’m finally confident enough to show the result of this painstaking and slow process.
Sometimes, it would take some little “accidents” to happen to our lives to propel us into action.
Sometimes, I have this paranoid thought that my hands would one day forget how to draw. I know it’s a crazy thought. Humans have always had this innate desire within us to try to make sense of our existence and of the world around us through drawing. Our earliest ancestors, the cave people have already learned this craft thousands of years ago.
My drawing and doodling habits have stopped since January this year. Ten months of hiatus is such a long time and I’m thankful that finally, I managed to command my hands to hold that pencil to draw again.