Most 24 hours pass by in a flash. And when I sit to reflect, my time is mostly spent doing things for others. I’m not complaining. I’m grateful for having the opportunity to serve my family, do good work and everything that I do on a daily basis. But as this wheel keeps spinning, there comes a point when you question the purpose of it all. And I’ve finally figured out that I reach that point when I haven’t consciously spent some time doing something for myself, and myself only.

Recently I’ve gone back to my sketching book. And completing a sketch gave me a sense of quick fulfillment that no other activity was giving me. I then went one step ahead and carved out some time to color it. It was the first time I was buying color pencils for myself (and not my son). It felt great creating something from scratch and then bringing life to it using colors. I’m no artist but this activity put ‘me’ back in my life.