The biggest step I have ever taken was to step outside my "box". Over the years in my life, I was never a go-getter. I was simply a quiet kid in the back of every class observing and wouldn't do more than average. I was too shy to speak or answer a question, but the only thing I was fully confident in and went above and beyond was drawing. Art consumed my life practically every day. I drew in class, at home, in the car, you name it. I used art as a way to connect with people, and so it did. Each time I drew, somebody would look behind and notice my paper. They'd throw in a compliment and that was my strategy and earning friends and being recognized in my class.
Of course, art wouldn't take me everywhere. In 2020, I faced a great sacrifice to get rid of my hobbies and pay more attention to virtual school. This time, because of the pandemic, nobody would be able to look behind and see me drawing on paper. Instead, we'd only see people's ceilings on screen, or a forehead if somebody feels generous. I couldn't do anything but study every day in my room. Because of how art was how I'd communicate and express myself, I lost who I was. Nights became more comforting to forget the days before and days became dreadful to realize I was in a repeated loop of school, study, eat, repeat.
I resorted to becoming more social to keep myself going. I talked to my sister, I talked to my friends online, I talked to anyone I could get a hold of. My grades were falling down drastically as I couldn't give an ounce to care. I didn't stop from there, though. Although temporarily closing my art hobby made me fall deep into isolation, it also brought me into a new life where I could express myself through other methods. I found a new love for writing my thoughts down into a journal, baking sweets, wearing new outfits to make days fresh and new, and getting as much air outside as I could. Life was at its peak, but not an 11 yet.
Fast forward to 2021 summer, senior year was about to begin. This was where I had to prepare for the biggest moment yet, getting off of virtual school and coming in person. It was difficult at first to get used to seeing everyone again. Each class swept by so fast and by the time it was the end of the day, I would be smiling at how colorful these days have been. I felt the need to come back to my art hobby, it was my deep passion. One painting hangs up on my wall, the next one beside it. Soon, I took my art to social media and earned myself an internship as a graphic designer for a small institute called Safa Institute. I wasn't the shy kid in the back of the class, I was the artist with a working mind. I drew my classmates which they loved very much, I continue to post my paintings on Instagram, I've sold a few as well. I've turned my life up to an 11, with art and passion in my hands. I never go a day without smiling or thinking of new ideas. It's who I am and I wouldn't want it to go any other way. I have more projects coming up soon so keep it flowing, too. Life could turn up to a 12!