I have been working on that mid-life clutter clean up, and perhaps mine will take longer than others. I know that it is one of my many faults, but I like to keep "stuff".
It usually has little or no value, but reminds me of something. Usually family and friends are the main topics, but sometimes it's related to me.
Today, I was looking through an old sketch pad from my first art class as an adult. I hadn't really drawn since 8th grade, except for the cartoons on my kids' paper lunch bags.
This is one of my favorites from that class. We could bring in a photo instead of the teacher's still life arrangements. (Not a fan of those). And looking back at it, I have no bloody idea why I chose a giraffe, which makes me laugh even more. But that class lead to painting watercolors and that lead to glass. So I am thankful for the satisfying journey.
Do you have memories of how you caught momentum to do what you love? I would enjoy hearing about it.