Tag: Starting Over

  • Learning Procreate Without a Curriculum: What I’ve Learned, What I Don’t Know Yet

    Note To Know:

    This isn’t a tutorial.

    This isn’t advice.

    This is a checkpoint — a record of what returning to art looks like for me right now after stepping away for years.

    Why I Chose Procreate Over Every Other App

    So, my coworker uses Procreate for her business. She has her own online store, she’s had it for over a decade, and it’s the program she uses to import and export files from the designers she works with. 

    She’s not an artist, she’s more technical than artistic, and that’s fine. 

    Procreate was a program I had used before, and it took away my exhausted decision fatigue to pick a different, “5.0/5.0 ratings, millions of users trust this app, use this app for it’ll be the only thing you need,” program I knew nothing about.

    I’ve already made several sketches after making showing my coworker my design. They’re simple, but functional for my current skill set, and I’m okay with that. 

    Even though my sketches are simple, I kept drawing different things, taking various inspirations or turning thoughts into images, to measure whether or not artistic progress was still doable after time away.

    I’ve Been Drawing For Days to See If Progress Exists in My Late 20’s

    It’s been more than a decade since I last picked up Procreate; the last time I used Procreate had been in University when I had thought that digital sketching wasn’t going to be any better than traditional art—drawing with paper and mechanical pencils— and I was trying out a new app.

    I learned very quickly that using a screen meant that my work wouldn’t have to be smeared by my clammy hands, nor would I need to worry about buying 120+ colored pencils of the rainbow that would cost me an arm and a leg to get.

    I liked making things, but I didn’t want to use my money and become the stereotypical “starving artist” cliche who would die for her art.

    I’m good.

    I’ve mentioned in another article that I picked up Procreate because of an artistic request from work

    and I took up the challenge to:

    1. See where my skills had atrophied.
    2. If I could make something good after a long hiatus.
    3. And to help my coworker out because she asked.

    Full Disclaimer: I wasn’t commissioned, I wasn’t consulting someone on how to draw, I was asked to help with a style design and made my own design from the parameters she showed me after working.

    Technically—this was unpaid— but I agreed to help, knowing my current skills, gaps, and expectations. 

    Making anything and keeping it as a means of, “Hey, I made something after years away, and I don’t hate it outright,” is better than, “I’ll never pick up X because its been too long.”

    “My Wallet, My Say!” After a different coworker told me how to use my money, but without yelling or flipping her off.
    .Early R.O.A.M. (Golem) Design for D&D Story & Concept Idea
    My Dice Tray and D20 as a Potential Sticker or Mug Design
    My favorite so far; for whenever Life knocks me on my face everyday

    An Archive of Proof; Not A Gallery Exhibition 

    You know, even after days later of sketching and making things on Procreate, my mind kept telling me this same phrases over and over again when I returned to drawing;

    You’re not good enough.

    That same phrase had kept me from pursuing a lot of things because I kept comparing my work and skills to people who were far ahead of me.

    Comparison is cruel; it’s a knife that I kept turning onto myself often and I had thought about putting my stylus away.

    Even though I could make things other people said were nice to look at, I didn’t believe I was good enough to keep up the practice.

    That was the trap that I had to rewrite.

    It was simple a simple idea to try, but it wasn’t easy to overwrite years of being told that:

    1. Art can’t pay bills.
    2. You don’t know how to draw.
    3. You suck.

    Or well meaning things, like:

    1. You should make your own comics/animation/game/etc.
    2. Join a production.
    3. Go to school to learn more.

    Those were just as damning because I was no closer to being the next best animator or part of a AAA gaming company.

    Though, a different approach had to take this comparison’s place.

    Instead of creating things and showcasing them like it’s a gallery exhibition, I started making things as archives of proof that I could make and finish projects.

    Let Me Show You What I Don’t Know

    If you look at the examples of the illustrations I’ve provided, then maybe you can visually see where my skills are at.

    I don’t know how to use color palettes, I don’t know how lighting works, I try to use real life objects as my references (for example: my dice tray and 20 sided die), but shapes and line consistency were also a struggle, I have no clue how perspective works, and I have no idea how to make things look like neon signs.

    That’s okay. 

    This is my returning point, not my highlight reel; no one asked me to make the sketches after my coworker’s request, I wasn’t being commissioned, and I’m not trying to “make it big” in an overly saturated creative market. 

    Sure, I made a Ko-fi account—the sketches provided here are what I’ve posted there along side my D&D ideas—but I wasn’t looking to monetize my work. 

    I have misunderstood many things in my life, Ko-fi being another thing to my list, but I learned that trying to force myself to rush and play catch up with other people’s highlight reels poisoned my work.

    It’s a difficult thing to admit that I’m unfinished, but done is better than perfect or impressive.

    If people like the simplicity, gallows humor, and functionality of my sketches, then by all means, thank you.

    Regardless, I’ll keep on making things, just like how I run this blog: on my own, in the quiet hours of the night, when everyone else is asleep and my mind is running rampant, sometimes the things that come to mind provide enough inspiration to try out a new pen, color wheel, or even learn how to make actual shapes without free handing it.

    This isn’t a comeback story.

    It’s a marker — proof that I returned, even quietly.

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  • My Return to BJJ—One Year Later, as a Deliberate Live Stress Test

    My Hands Were Shaking When I Drove to Class

    It’s been nearly a year since I last stepped on the blue mats of my BJJ academy. According to my training journal, my last class was January 8th, 2025 — my 128th class — before I had to stop due to a back injury and financial constraints from a car accident. Returning on December 7th, 2025, felt like a long time, and I was nervous:

    • It had been nearly a year since I last rolled.

    • There might be people I wouldn’t know.

    • Some classes require students to be at least a 3-stripe white belt for participation. Thankfully, I still qualified as a 3 stripe white belt.

    While driving, my body reacted in unexpected ways: my left calf cramped, I started coughing, and I told myself, “Damn, my body is reacting because it’s nervous. Of all times to be bitching out, it had to be now?”

    After months of routine—work, sleep, errands, video games, and home training—I needed more than the usual grind. BJJ was closer to home now, and it felt like the right time to go back.

    Why I Needed a Stress Test

    For those unfamiliar, a stress test in martial arts, much like in life, is about safely pushing your body to see how it holds up under live conditions.

    Over the years, I’ve collected injuries and scars from inattentiveness, being caught off guard by others, or even my XXL pit bulls jumping on me. I wanted to know: was my body ready for live sparring again?

    Sparring isn’t the same as wrestling. You have to consider chokes, joint locks, and having someone’s full weight on you while pinning your back to the mat. Anything can go wrong. My goal wasn’t to dominate — it was to measure my physical and mental readiness after a long break.

    Walking Back Onto the Mats

    I parked, grabbed my keys and water, locked my doors, and approached the gym cautiously, like a baby deer taking its first steps. Looking inside, I exhaled a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. Familiar faces waved, which calmed my nerves.

    I sought out the professor who owns the academy, but a different instructor was running the class. He recognized me from previous sessions and gave me the green light to spar after the No Gi fundamentals class ended. I sat on the benches, trembling, pressing my hands together, inhaling and exhaling — then holding my breath because I forgot how to breathe.

    Once the class ended, I warmed up with jumping jacks to prime myself. The professor asked if I was okay rolling with a purple belt I knew, and I jumped at the chance.

    I’m not afraid to roll with someone who is bigger, stronger, more experienced, or more skilled than me. I get to learn, practice, and see what I can do, even if they go light to keep both of us safe from sparring.

    How the Stress Test Went

    Three rounds of six-minute sparring later, I was pleasantly surprised at how well I did. It felt more like I had taken a short break, not a full year off.

    Some mistakes were minor — I forgot the precise way to finish a rear choke — but I adjusted when reminded. I even executed an ankle pick sweep: pulling my partner’s ankles toward me while redirecting his momentum with my legs. It didn’t lead to a full reversal, but I was responding appropriately to pressure.

    My rolling style is defensive and strategic. I trap opponents, force them to waste energy, and conserve my own. I’m not explosive or dominant, but I’m patient, resilient, and precise. The stress test reminded me that physical strength isn’t the only measure of capability; strategy, awareness, and calm under pressure matter just as much.

    Reflection

    Returning to BJJ after a long break wasn’t just a test of skill — it was a test of confidence, patience, and self-trust. I learned that:

    • Time away doesn’t erase progress.

    • My instincts are still there; my mind still processes challenges.

    • Nervousness is natural, but preparation and mindfulness make it manageable.

    • Strategy and awareness often matter more than raw strength.

    One Question to Sit With

    Was there a moment in this piece where you thought, “Oh — that’s familiar”?

    You don’t have to explain it. Even recognizing it quietly is enough.

    Thank You for Spending Time with the Archives

    If you enjoyed reading this reflection, I’d love for you to like, subscribe, or share with someone who might appreciate it.

    You can share your thoughts in the comments below to start a discussion, or you can do so anonymously at the archives email, whatimtryingoutnow@gmail.com.

    Otherwise, if you prefer, you can reflect silently and carry your thoughts forward — either way, thank you for spending time with the archives. Your attention and energy mean a lot.

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  • From Writing 60 Consecutive Days Straight, Drops Back Down to 1:

    Does Starting Over Have to Suck?

    When I published a few days ago,What If Everything Just Stopped? What’s Next for The Stratagem’s Archives?, I wondered what my next move should be—things were changing, evolving, and the closer I got to completing my personal goals, the more uncertain it felt.

    I hadn’t felt compelled, fueled by that stubborn rage to write, since hitting Day 60 of my publishing streak. After reaching Day 63, my mind quieted, my emotions found a fragile equilibrium.

    Early this morning, I published a new post, expecting to see the Day 64 streak notification on Jetpack’s homepage. I didn’t. I realized that because I had stepped away for one full day, my streak had reset to zero.

    It mattered. Those streaks weren’t arbitrary—they were medals, proof that I showed up, that I pushed through exhaustion, guilt, bitterness, and the darker voices that used to push me toward harming myself. They were proof that I survived one more day of feeling small in a world that often doesn’t care what you do, as long as you keep giving until there’s nothing left.

    As a gamer, the closest analogy I have is this: losing a streak felt worse than discovering a beloved game file was corrupted. Not a “new game” choice, one you pick intentionally.

    A corrupted file is beyond your control—everything you’ve built, collected, and earned is gone, and you’re forced to start over.

    That’s how losing my two-month streak felt. Except I wasn’t starting blind this time. I carried my experience, my knowledge, and my reflections into this new chapter of life. It was terrifying, but also… liberating.

    Starting over didn’t feel explosive or loud. It was quiet, subtle, and unsettling, like flipping to a new chapter in a book without realizing that something inside me had already shifted.

    After losing my streak, I had to pause and ask myself: does starting over have to suck?

    Not just with publishing, but with every aspect of life—The Stratagems Archive, my career, my personal growth, my goals.

    My time away from writing wasn’t about punishment or frustration; it was about listening.

    Listening to the void and the quiet, to understand why silence—after years of relying on rage and compulsion to motivate myself—scares me, yet keeps me grounded.

    I’m learning I don’t have to build myself or my space out of survival anymore. I’ve already proven I can show up for myself. People have invested their time in reading what I create, quietly sitting with it, and that is validation enough.

    I can show up because I choose to, not because I have to.

    Maybe starting over isn’t a punishment at all. Maybe it’s just the next save point I didn’t recognize yet.

    Reflection For You, Fellow Archivists:

    How often do we mistake starting over for failure, when it might just be an opportunity to bring what we’ve learned into a new chapter?

    Call to Action:

    If you’ve ever had to start over—whether in work, relationships, or personal goals—take a moment to reflect on what you’re bringing forward.

    Share your thoughts below, or jot them in a journal.

    Starting over doesn’t erase what you’ve built; it amplifies the wisdom you already carry.

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    Thank You For Making It to the End

    Here are some of the projects I’ve made during my time writing. Below are: 2 manifestos, 1 ebook manifesto, sticker designs, and a hoodie design, you could explore. Thank you for making it to the end of this post. I’ll see you all in the archives later.