A couple of days ago I went with my husband to a doctor’s appointment, for his knee. We’ve been to this same location several times and each waiting room experience has been the same as all the others. The crutches, walkers, hobbling people; the same TV blaring in the corner; the dim lighting; the same brown scheme of the waiting room.
This time the room seemed even more crowded than usual. I got out my little notepad to draw, hoping to distract myself. I hadn’t brought drawing materials; I used my little memo book.
It did the job. We didn’t have to wait long and I was content while we were waiting. I find drawing helpful in situations where I feel overwhelmed or pinned in by people – it’s a space in which to escape.
Who’d think a 3″ or so notepad could do so much?
This lady was apprehensive. And you can see the evidence of this little notebook being put to all kinds of uses – I was counting something on the flip side of the page and the marks show through.
This man was determinedly focused on his phone despite the comings and goings around him.
I am almost sure I saw this man the last time we were here.