I’m much too large of a human being to have any success (or enjoyment) with rock climbing. But I have felt both the elation of scrambling up the cliff of life as well as the terror of wondering if I’ve run out of handholds. This doodle emerged while messing around with Procreate.
I’ve reached the stage of life that requires eyebrow maintenance. My barber volunteers to trim them when I get a haircut but I’ve found she cuts them so short that I now politely refuse her offer. She pretends to be offended, and I think perhaps she is a bit. Who am I to claim more knowledge of how the eyebrow should be trimmed? But I hold my ground and then go home and do a slightly less lousy job of it myself.