What I've Discovered While Coloring

I'm not usually one for lists. Except when I am. But as I filled in a leaf in my new grown up coloring book, I realized some things I'd forgotten:

Coloring is fun.

Coloring allows my cerebral cortex to wander while my hypothalamus switches on.

Coloring gives me a sense of creative accomplishment while I'm bogged down in re-writes and beta edits.

Coloring opens my ears to the chatter of my children, discovering previously unknown insights to their lives.

Coloring turns me into an eight year old who doesn't want to share her pretty book with anyone.

Coloring makes me remember simpler times when life is getting too complex.

Coloring is relaxing.

Coloring reminds me that for all the urges to color outside the lines, sometimes it's nice to stay within them.

While I'm not sure how long this little fun project will hold my attention, as the dog days of summer wilt my garden and melts my brain, while the chaos of school starting and work kicks into gear, while I plan and plot parties and trips, and while I come to terms with my last month of my thirties, coloring is a welcome relief from the chaos.