For the past couple of months, I have noticed in my shopping
excursions, there are a plethora of adult coloring books. Whether I was in pursuit of groceries, crafts
or browsing, these paperback books filled with intricate black and white
drawings are flooding the shelves everywhere I shopped.
One day, my curiosity
was saturated, and I picked up a volume entitled Mindfulness. In my Graduate
classes, this topic has been very prevalent and it’s been in the forefront of
my mind. I flipped through the pages and
saw this book have elaborate drawings waiting for colored pencils to bring to
life. I also noticed that there were quotes from a variety of luminaries such as
Carl Jung and Socrates. Since I am a huge fan of sage and concise quotes, I
immediately bought it.
As I opened the book and absorbed the words, I found that
this activity could easily lend itself to a relaxation experience. I am always
looking for opportunities for self-care, so I decided to be very conscious of
the whole experience in coloring. I found meditation music to help me ease into
the relaxing mood. As the music played, I let my thoughts wax and wane. I paid attention to the soft, rustling sounds
of the lead on the paper. I let my eyes
wander back to the quote to pounder it again.
Typically, when I hold a pencil, I tend to grip it very
tightly and cause painful callouses on my fingers. Yet, during this coloring
sessions, not once did my right hand hurt. I wasn’t clutching the colored
pencil for dear life, but rather let it sit propped in my fingers as I lightly
glided it over the designated blank space.
As I colored the drawn flowers, I figured another way to
relax was not to use the expected palette of the flora. I didn’t worry what
color to choose—purple leaves on the blue roses, why not?! By allowing myself
to not cave into conventional coloring, it was freeing and interesting to see
what came from the pastel pencil.
I looked up at the clock and was surprised that 20 minutes
had flown by. I continued to color, then
felt I had to finish the picture. This nagging drive for completion was not conducive
to the relaxation I was trying to build, so I put away the pencils and closed
the book. I promised myself I wouldn’t open
it again until the feeling of urgency had subsided and I was ready to just
enjoy the sensation of coloring.
I am aware that not everyone shares my pleasant experience.
I had brought up in casual conversation my observation about see so many adult
coloring books for sale and have been met with rolled eyes and scoffs. However, I find the process relaxing and
rewarding, and encourage anyone who is looking for another way of self-care to
try it. After all, there is no limit of places to purchase these books!
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