We stopped carrying notebooks.
It’s back-to-back calls, shared screens, and the quiet hum of always being on.
And along the way we stopped doodling.
Not just the kind born from boredom,
but the kind that helped us think.
A wandering line can hold a thought.
Just long enough to let it breathe.
Doodle through the difficult call.
Sketch your way through the day you’d rather spend walking.
Let something out onto the page, messy, unfinished, yours.
Clear the noise. Reset.