Today I want to share some of my old drawings—more than 10 years old now. And along with them, the story of how I first started to believe: "maybe I can draw too."

That thought had lived inside me for a long time. I loved browsing art stores, buying materials… but I didn’t draw. I can’t quite explain why. There was a kind of inner block—anxiety, hesitation, a voice saying, "not for you."

Then one day, after moving from a small town to a big city, I did something simple: I googled “drawing classes.” Honestly, I didn’t expect much.

But I found something. No flashy promises. No “become a pro in 10 days” stories. Just:

"Come try different materials and subjects. 2000 RUB. All included."

I couldn’t believe it. The thing I’d dreamed of for *years*… for the price of a dinner out? Just show up and start?

So I did. I signed up.

In those classes, we tried pastels, pencils, charcoal—gentle, approachable materials. Nothing intimidating. I still remember how we’d lay out our work on the floor at the end of class, looking at each other’s drawings.

And here’s what struck me: "everyone succeeded". We were all drawing the same things, but each piece had its own mood, its own energy. There was no “genius teacher” waving a magic wand—just a calm, attentive instructor who explained things clearly and kindly. That was enough.

These are my drawings from 2012. They're not perfect, but they’re precious to me. They mark the moment I finally took that first step toward a long-held dream.

So if you’ve been putting off something that calls to you—maybe it’s not as far away as it seems. You don’t need a bold, perfect start. Just a real one. Just your own.

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