Eye of an artist

I painted again today. Well I tried at least. It seems ever since I entered the professional field of graphic design, I have forgotten altogether my love of illustrating pictures. Pictures that just tell stories and not answer to any kind of business briefs. I am slowly drawing again, picking up the pencil, dusting off my old drawing tablet. I am trying to look at the world the way I use to. It was quite awhile back, but I remembered vividly how I viewed the sky. I would look at the sky, study the clouds and really took note of the colors and imagined how it would look if it was illustrated. Then I would rush back, fully inspired and just draw. I would sometimes create the most beautiful of pictures, and most of the time disasters. But it doesn't matter, because looking at the world as an artist is such a pleasure. Everything is beautiful. Nothing is undesirable or ugly. I would like to get that back. Hopefully.