From as far back as I can remember, I was always making and creating something.

If I could get my hands on it, I’d try to turn it into something new. I was forever in my dad’s garage, pulling out cardboard boxes, hoping I got there before my sister so I could pick the best ones first.

Somewhere along the way, like it does for a lot of people, that part of me got a bit quieter.

I still created, just differently. More for others than for myself. Drawing people, capturing their loved ones, turning memories into something they could hold onto. It’s something I’ll never take for granted.

But there’s something else too. Something a bit more freeing.

Creating without a plan. No reference, no expectation, no one to please. Just me, a blank page, and whatever comes from it.

Bringing that back into my life has felt like returning to something I didn’t realise I’d lost. When I sit down to draw like that, everything else just fades out for a while.

And sharing those moments has made me realise how many people feel the same. Life gets busy, and the things we once loved slowly get pushed aside.

So this is your reminder, as much as it is mine. Make something. Anything. Give yourself the time and space for it.

You might be surprised what comes back.