Don’t get me wrong; I am a lifelong colorer. Yes, I know colorer isn’t a word, but I made it up and I like it. I enjoyed coloring as a child, and I never outgrew it. However, I colored as an adult before adult coloring was cool. I printed free pages from the Internet and purchased children’s coloring books, a variety of crayons, pencils, and markers without once admitting I did it for myself. I didn’t hide the fact; if anyone had asked for whom I was buying aforementioned items, I would have confessed. But no one asked, so the only ones who knew about my colorful hobby were the people closest to me. Thus, after stressful days at work, I gathered my supplies, turned on some music, and colored my cares away.
Now I’m no longer alone with my hobby, but I have to wonder: was I ever truly alone with it? Perhaps there were many adults like me who slipped through checkout lines armed with various colorful supplies, hoping no one would question the purchases since there were no little ones in sight. Perhaps someone with affluence finally grew weary with hiding the hobby and strove to make adult coloring the it thing by providing documentation that coloring reduces stress. The world may never know.
Here’s one thing I know with certainty. I’ve enjoyed coloring all my life, and that’s not about to change regardless of whether or not it stays a fad. And, I don’t require any justification for it. Now, pardon me while I sharpen my colored pencils and turn up Spotify. My Disney princesses picture awaits.
Until the next post . . . keep smiling!