At this transitional point in my life, I have become increasingly obsessed with pattern and routine. For the past 17 years of my life, I’ve lived in the same town. I eat the same lunch, listen to the same albums, fear the same things, love the same people, feel the same heartbreak over and over. It seems I will not change until someone twists my arm. By creating three drawings at a certain time each day, I have created another routine for myself. One year ago, I drew two hands, almost touching, with the caption “love is destructive”. Now, I have drawn it 80 times. The original image, which held so much power and pain, is now reduced to its bare essentials. By creating another pattern, I am also breaking out of one. The thing that hurt me can hurt me no longer. I am free.