There are few things I own other than the necessities for dress and leisure, but there are still many pieces of bric-a-brac scattered around the house that I no longer want. In the processes of filtering my possessions down to exactly what I need, (read: Goal; fitting all my worldly possessions into one car) I found a beautiful sketch book given to me by my cousins then beau and now husband, J.P. Within the five pages that hold ink stains of the eighteenth year of my life, I found these two drawings. J.P. once offered me the opportunity to attend his extra-curricular art classes at the school he teaches at, but I was an all knowing, too cool teenager. I thought I could make it into art school by myself. I was a fool. In many cases, I still am. Here are two examples of why I should have taken J.P. up on his offer. J.P., I’m finally putting the book to use….