I haven't posted my daily drawings in a while. They are done. I caught up last night. I had been about by about 5 days. I've been catching up at work and here at night.

I was talking to a friend and he said if I was falling behind maybe I should just stop all together. Been a good run but if I'm not keeping then it's done what it has done and move on. Those weren't the exact words, and it was a brief commentary regardless, but that is how it went in my mind.

But I won't stop. I don't want to. It was fun, and some nights its amazing what I can do, and other nights I have to force myself to draw, and just aren't happy with what I'm drawing. And I wonder, is my drawing a metaphor for my life. Should I just let things go. They've done what they've done and its time to move on.

But I'm stubborn. Oh how I can be stubborn sometimes. And thus probably won't move on. 230 some odd drawings in a row. How do you just stop doing something like that? It is practically a legacy. An expectation. And I like it over the long run. And when I don't draw for a night I'm disappointed for not doing such. So I can't give it up.

Like I said, a metaphor.