And I also tried to convince Steve to steal his plate a breakfast because it has a stark black and white pattern on it. I couldn't help it. I was 'drawn' to it. Get it? Drrrraaawwwwnnnn to it? From now on I'll keep a sketch pad handy so I won't turn to a life of petty thievery to inspire my habit.
So to recap, my new found, meditation practice of doodling to reduce stress and obsessive thinking has morphed into a new obsession of collecting patterns to doodle . There is something inherently wrong with that but for the love of all that's good, I can't think what it is right now. Maybe I'll think about it while I'm doodling!