I'll do it, but it's not my passion. When I was a kid, my sister bought herself those fancy, oversized coloring books with intricate drawings. She colored perfectly then (and now still). No matter how careful I am, I cannot stay inside the lines.
I guess this could be the mantra of my life. I have often been called a Rule Follower, and, in some instances, I am. But, I'm also a list-maker, a problem-solver, and a fan of creative solutions. This means that although I try to do things by the book, I often stray outside the intended and appropriate lines. Apparently, I have been unable to stay inside the proper lines my whole life and just didn't realize the scope of my problem until I tried coloring.
For some reason, I bring home a coloring sheet on the last day of school. It is in the hallway, hanging from a folder taped to the wall under a sign that says, "Stress Relief -- Take one." So, I do (Rule Follower). I start coloring it with pencils and quickly realize that there are too many small spots. No matter what I do, I know I'm going to wreck it and color out of the lines. So much for the relaxing, stress relief of the intended picture.I walk away from the paper several times, but I am determined to finish it. Damn the lines. Who cares? It's not going to be perfect no matter what.
It takes me several attempts and a couple of hours, but I finish the coloring and cut out the circle. I hang it on the fridge, but I think I might put it on the bulletin board above my personal desk. It may not be perfect, but it's finished, and that alone relieves some stress.
