Sharpenings

Wow. So I definitely owe you friends a blog post, huh? Sorry about the slack. And I'll be honest, I don't have anything planned to write here at the moment. So I'll just sit here and think for a minute...

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Hmm...I had some Oreos and Pringles a little while ago. There were about 8,000 people at the gym this evening. It was ridiculous. I killed some time waiting for an available machine by asking the guy at the front desk whether push-ups work your biceps or triceps (answer: triceps). Then the lady from the child care center was making copies of coloring sheets and I considered joining the chillins with their Crayolas, since all the treadmills were taken.

This is not a very good story, I know. I could write about things that you guys actually want to hear about if I could figure out how to create a "suggestion box" in the sidebar there-->

but I don't know how to do that.

Which leaves us here, with me writing to you about Pringles and push-ups and coloring pages.

Hmm.

I like to color. Do you? I find that simply putting color on a page is extremely relaxing, particularly with colored pencil. The pencils leave a gentle mark on the page, leaving no large pockets of white space of big chunks of wax. Not too dark like markers, but you can adjust the darkness or lightness based on how many times you rub the pencil over a particular spot. I usually just grab a blank piece of paper and just rub straight lines back and forth, making no shape or figure at all. I find that drawing a picture is stressful; I don't like to create when I color, plus I'm not that good at drawing things accurately. There is something, not productive, but reassuring, I guess, about putting color on a page. A reminder that there is color in the world, positivity, art, nature, love. What moments ago was white and open and void is now green, magenta, blue, purple. Sweeping, curved lines, then filled in with thick pencil rubbings. Comforting, yes? I think so.