High time for a more positive blog note after all that ranting. I'd like to share a drawing I made in high school when I was 12. We were supposed to draw our hobbies and to somehow connect them all. It was an big assignment, and I can remember being intimidated, as I had/have zero drawing skills, which was further pummeled below zero by the lovely teacher's remarks.

Oh wait, no ranting. Right. It was a lovely experience! It was deemed good enough by my parents to decorate the living wall for ten years, next to my sisters' much more talented creations. She ended up studying how to draw. I ended up studying what I drew.

I'll leave it as an exercise to the reader to try and decypher the exact contents. Here's a tip: DN stands for Duke Nukem. The snakey bits are supposed to be spaghetti and was my half-baked attempt to wire things together.

Not much changed, really. Ten years ago, I redid the exercise, this time using a collection of tactile objects instead of drawing. Ample glue on a torn piece of paper tablecloth did the trick, although with the absence of a glass front panel, it sure is a dust collector. I don't mind.

The Magic: the Gathering cards are partially destroyed because I decided to glue in a genuine Game Boy cartridge---after re-discovering retro games and being in shock on cartridge prices, I quickly salvaged that one to put back in the collection.

What changed over the years and what didn't? The light bulb and the pen are two things that are very much contemporary me, that my older me had no clue about. The same is true for the code behind the old glasses (I haven't got a clue as to what language that is, PHP or Python?) and of course the home made slice of sourdough bread. Be sure to spritz a generous amount of hair spray on it to prevent molds from setting in.

I believe the sea snail shell hides a fluff of cat hair. No worries, that was done on purpose! A few dried roses broke off, or I might have used them in a teapot, who knows. Apart from that and the bygone smell of the cinnamon, everything still holds up remarkably well.

Flow Magazine regularly publishes a feature called Museum of Me in which an interviewee's 10 or so emotionally relevant items are neatly positioned and photographed. I love reading about others' museums. This is not a cabinet of curiosities, which traditionally was created to showcase weird and interesting findings. Those cabinets were used to show off, not to show what it is to be you.

Perhaps it is time to create another mood board. I wonder what again might change. If you feel unsure about yourself, or just a bit down lately, I highly recommend creating a mood board. I loved piecing it together and both boards now proudly decorate my home office wall.