Funny. Last night I actually started to have fun while drawing. I've always been TERRIFIED, if I were honest. But, last night, I was thinking of SPEED and STYLE and some such craziness, and then it happened. I felt that strange emotion of "play" and child-like items of the soul. Then, at one point, I drew a little boy, and the drawing ended-up very much like a portrait (which I didn't intend); and everyone behind me (a big crowd) were murmuring something, and finally a woman spoke up: "It's a miracle!" A warm wash flowed through my veins and I said "wow" and finished the drawing. Now, THAT is humbling.
I should never draw again. I'll never recapture that moment.