Okay, so I saw this “even a little bit” thing floating around, and I got curious. It’s from The New York Times, I think? Anyway, I decided to give it a shot myself. Here’s how it went down.
Getting Started
First, I needed to figure out what I wanted to do “even a little bit” of. I’ve been meaning to get back into drawing, so that felt like a good place to start. It’s something I used to enjoy, but life, you know? It gets in the way.
I didn’t set any huge goals. No pressure to create a masterpiece. My only aim was to draw something, anything, even if it was just a few lines.
The Actual Doing
- I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. No fancy art supplies, just the basics.
- I sat down at my desk. It was messy, but I didn’t bother cleaning it. Perfection wasn’t the goal here.
- I just… started drawing. I didn’t have a plan. I just let my hand move.
It felt awkward at first. My hand was shaky, and the lines were wobbly. I felt like a kid again, learning how to draw for the first time. But I kept going. I didn’t judge myself, I just kept putting pen to paper.
I doodled for maybe ten minutes. That’s it. I drew some squiggles, a wonky-looking flower, and something that might have been a cat, or maybe a potato. I’m not sure.
The Aftermath
I looked at the paper. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t impressive. But it was something. I had actually done it. I had drawn, even a little bit.
And you know what? It felt good. It felt like a tiny victory. A small step back towards something I used to love. It reminded me that even small actions can make a difference. I haven’t drawn anything after, but the small step made me think I should!
So, that’s my “even a little bit” story. It’s not groundbreaking, but it was a good reminder to myself that sometimes, a little is enough.
