A few days ago, I was doodling in a meeting and realized I’d drawn a dog. A terrible, sad-looking dog.
This concerned me, because it really seemed like I should’ve gotten better at drawing dogs somewhere in the past 32 years. After all, I’ve gotten better at Play-Doh. So I tried again, this time really doing my best to draw a good dog.
So, there you have it. Very glad I didn’t pursue a career in art.