Sketchbook
I was cleaning out my home office this afternoon when I came across an old sketchbook. The 150 or so pages were full of doodles and notes from a previous job that led me wandering down memory lane. As I flipped through the pages I discovered thumbnails of vodka bottles, orange juice, cow illustrations, herring, wine promotions, logo designs, CD designs, etc etc. It's strange to look back on all of this old work that I would so diligently sketch out in thick black sharpie. It feels so far removed from where I am now yet somehow it was the experience that brought me here.
Sometimes I wonder when exactly I made the choice of what I would do for a living. I know that I'm good at what I do but looking back on the path I took here it feels a bit odd and pre-determined. I would guess that most people would hang onto this sketchbook, save it for that next time they needed to rediscover it in a pile of random stuff. I think I need to take the opposite approach and pitch it. Today is feeling like a time for a fresh start.
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