I never thought I'd be the type of person to get excited about pencils and paper. Yet here I am, at 42, with charcoal-stained fingertips and a sketchbook that's become my constant companion. If you'd told me a year ago that I'd discover a passion for drawing, I would have laughed in your face. But life has a funny way of surprising us, doesn't it? Let me take you back to where it all began.