I think I'm a butterfly. Scratch that, I know I'm a butterfly. I struggle to break out of my cocoon and once out I flit from flower to flower, heady with the heavy scent of nectar beckoning and beguiling my senes. Okay that was a little fanciful and florid (and not very well edited). Sorry, I'm feeling a little light headed from lack of sleep and my imagination is running away with me.

What I'm trying to say is I find it hard to settle down and do one thing. I find it even harder to do the same thing day in and day out. Last month I committed to drawing picture a day on the weekend from this gorgeous book. The first weekend went well. When I say went well, I mean I drew a picture on Saturday. Then started I one on Sunday which I eventually finished a week later.

Since then I haven't picked up the book or my coloured pencils. I got distracted by other things. I was starting to beat myself up a little about it but stopped before I could spiral into the despair (and self indulgent drama) of being a failure.

I realised there's no hurry or no deadline. I don't have to draw unless I want to - the pencils will always be waiting. Instead I thought, what if this is something I do every now and then when I feel like it. What if I draw for pleasure because it brings me joy and because at that moment in time there's nothing else I'd rather be doing? 

It's liberating - this feeling or knowing that I can do something because I want to, not because I have to. Tell me, what have you liberated yourself from doing?