I admit it… I’m a sucker for anything that brings with it a feeling of nostalgia.
Naturally, after seeing a coloring book marketed towards adults, I knew I’d eventually get one.
I’d actually been wanting one since around January. I’d read that it’s super healthy for combating stress hormones in the brain. It helps you relax, lets your brain de-stress, and even improves focus and planning abilities. Plus, the end result is a pretty picture. Heck, what was there to lose?
So, recently, as I wandered through the aisles of Walmart (which I often do after a payday… not my best habit, by the way), and I stumbled across an end cap shelf full of these awesome coloring books. I skimmed through a few, and I passed over any that had pages which were partially colored. In the end, I chose one called “And all is well with my soul.” I felt like the title really fit the end goal I was hoping for. I wanted a little peace, a little happiness, and a little mental cleansing. That’s good for the soul, right?
Anyway, I’ve had it for about a week, and I’ve barely had a chance to crack the cover. I even bought some really sweet coloring pencils with a sharpener (just in case). But, I can’t manage to find time to dedicate to it. I don’t know about you, but trying to keep coloring pencils away from an 8-month-old just isn’t that relaxing for me, so I can never do that when he’s awake. Plus, if I’m coloring, the toddler wants to color, too. That involves some preparation. By the end of it all, I’m so exhausted that I don’t even want to bother with it.
I really do want to spend some time with it, though. I need the de-stressing after the many tasks of my day, and I think that’d be a fun way to do it. I just have to figure out a good time.
…. sigh. That’s the story of my life.