LIFE | December’s diary doodles: dogs, family, and Christmas

LIFE | December’s diary doodles: dogs, family, and Christmas

Nope, there will be no 2017 reflection or 2018 resolution posts here. I feel like they’re sort of unnecessary, really. Most of my main moments in 2017 are in my catch-up post last month and my resolutions? They’re almost always the same each year.

I know what I need to do to lead a happier, healthier life. I just don’t know when I’ll actually do any of it for longer than a week.

That being said, I would like to start a new series here on the blog: diary doodles. Every once in a while I’ll pull together some of the doodles I’ve made about my life and discuss the thoughts/experiences behind each.

I think it’ll be a fun way to see what moments in the month I felt justified an illustration and give you guys a chance to see what I’ve been up to.

Plus, as I said in my Instagram inspirations post, diary doodles are one of my favorite types of illustrated content. If one should create content they would like to consume, well, it only makes that I write blog posts featuring illustrations about my life.

So here are my diary doodles from December featuring dogs, my family, and Christmas. Enjoy!

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LIFE | When you can’t see past the crazy concentration face

LIFE | When you can’t see past the crazy concentration face

Okay, so you know how sometimes, once you see something a certain way, you just can’t unsee it? Right?
And you also know how sometimes, when you’re at an event that you’re not totally into, your mind can find its own ways to entertain itself?

Well, at a local college basketball game earlier this winter, I totally lost myself in the gaping face-hole of a male cheerleader. This guy, when he would go to lift the girl up or catch her as she came down, would open his mouth so wide you’d think he was secretly a Kirby with hopes to inhale that poor girl and absorb her cheerleading powers. And he did this every single time there was a lift. It absolutely KILLED me.

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