The Last Page of a Sketchbook

I remember in grade school reading a book about a girl that kept notebooks. She wished that someone would come along and give her a clean notebook so she could have the pleasure of starting fresh with clean and empty pages. She didn't want to have to fill those last pages. I don't feel that way. 

I filled every page of this sketchbook. I filled it with Moomin, life drawing, Batman, Kirby, birds, and exercises. A variety of random stuff. 

I can flip through the pages and see my progress. I can see the benefits of my training (Current total=113 hours). When I first opened this sketchbook, I couldn't have accomplished the drawings on the last. 

I can also see the many areas that I need to improve.

Flipping through the pages, I had a vague revelation, an undefined epiphany. I want to get better. I want to do something with this activity that makes me happy. I don't know what yet. But I'm going to work on that.

The Last Page