Now that I’m back from Brazil, you’re probably wondering what has this busy-as-a-bee woman been up to lately?
Sure, I’ve been doing this and that. And true, I’m constantly on the run and when I’m not, I’m desperately trying to catch up on my favorite TV shows. I walk Henry and Oliver at least three times a day, and I go to work, of course, where it’s one deadline after another.
I interview people and write their stories. I also shimmy over to Zumba class some evenings, and other evenings it seems as though I have another fancy dinner or reception to go to, where I network and schmooze to my heart’s content.
So, what exactly have I been doing since I’ve returned from Brazil? Good question!
I’ve been reverting to my childhood.
And by that, I mean I’ve taken up the stress-free, Zen-like pastime of coloring.
Someone once said to me, that if you can pinpoint three things you once did as a child but no longer do, you will find joy by doing them again. Well, there were a few things I did as a kid that I stopped doing when I became a card-carrying “adult.” These include:
- Playing with dolls
- Hula-hoop and hopscotch
- Skipping to someone named Lou
And though I can’t see myself playing with dolls anymore, or hopscotching for that matter, I still own a hula-hoop, which I take out from time to time. Also, and please don’t tell anyone, I secretly love to skip when walking the dogs at night (as long as no one is around, that is). But don’t ask me to sing a round of “Skip to My Lou.” That is simply out of the question!
Nevertheless, whoever said you should find something from your childhood you loved doing and do it again, was absolutely right.
Thanks to that suggestion, I’ve rediscovered the fine—and soothing—art of coloring. I mean, nothing screams, “JOY,” like a fresh new coloring book and a palate of sparkling bright colors.
Do you remember your first coloring book? Neither do I. But I remember the delight of having a brand new coloring book with pages waiting to be colored. Like having a clean slate craving to be adorned with a cornucopia of colors. Of course back then I’d use Crayola crayons. The waxy smell of paraffin, the brilliant array of colors—Violet Blue, Burnt Sienna, Lemon Yellow and my personal favorite, Magenta.
What’s up with Magenta, anyway? Neither pink or purple, it falls somewhere in between with reddish hues that hint of blue. I was, ahem, drawn to it like no other color.
But I digress.
Now, where was I? Oh yes. Crayola crayons proved to be my gateway drug to more advanced coloring instruments, like Zig Memory System Dual-Tip markers–leftover from my scrapbooking days–and my set of Tombow dual brush pens.
These days, whenever I have a free moment, I’m lost in the world of coloring. Sitting at my dining room table, engrossed in the pages of my coloring book and trying to decide which color to use next.
So there you have it. The secret is out. I’m a coloring book enthusiast. In fact, I’ve turned in my coloring books of yore—with its cheap paper that would soon turn brittle—for the super sophisticated coloring books of today. Have you seen them lately?? There are so many to choose from! Do a search online and you’ll find tons of coloring books to choose from!
Now tell me, what childhood joy of yours have you brought back? And when was the last time you dabbled in coloring?