I used to draw everyday. I had done so for a few years. Creating something of my own was my huge passion at the time, and drawing was one of those outlets. People was my frequent topic. I loved to draw people around me whether my loved ones and friends or even strangers. But among others, my most favorite model was myself. I liked the feeling of being immersed in drawing myself looking in the mirror. (Drawing others was also totally enjoyable while I can’t be sure if they were on the same page about this. Did they enjoy being drawn by me?) I started losing that passion by some incident and ended up stopping drawing completely. Even when I felt the need to start drawing again, some part of me resisted that voice. There had been friction in my mind for a long while since then. That might be the reason I joined “the 100 day drawing challenge” right away when I came across it on a certain social media platform a few months ago. Maybe I was hoping this could get my habit back. Although I was not a strong believer in an outside motivation, this little new attempt turned out working pretty well because it made me draw for 100 days anyway. There were some (if not, many) days when I wasn’t so happy about what I created, still it just felt right to draw again. Honestly, I doubted that it could mean anything if I draw out of duty, but I might have been wrong about it. When I was nearing the end of the challenge, I wasn’t even aware of how many days had passed already. Perhaps, it began as (kind of) an obligation, but grew into a habit in the end.