Sometimes you stop doing something, just under the pretence you are taking a break, or because you are simply so busy you don’t even notice you’ve stopped. Imagine sitting down one morning and realizing seven years had passed.
Let’s put aside the alarming fact that seven years can simply blink by.
I sketched almost everyday for almost all my life. Seven years didn’t matter, all I had to do was pick up the pen and there I was again.