One might think that, as I enter my sixth decade, I might be "too old" for some things. To this I say, "Horse pucky!" "Perhaps, but I don't think so."
Before Christmas, I found an adult coloring book that I thought would make a perfect gift for one of our artistic daughters-in-law.
You know how we were taught to choose gifts that we would like to receive ourselves? Well, I loved this so much, I actually got one for me!
I originally thought it would be perfect as a pattern book for embroideries.
But, as I continue to page through it, old ways kept nagging at me.
"You need to play with your colored pens!"
"You're never old unless you start to think you're old."
"Come on, Donna. Come and play with me."
It's important to listen to your little voices. Especially when it's that little voice you had when you were a playful child. I listened...and for a short while, I was lost in coloring. It was pure bliss...and I promised my childish self that I'll be doing exactly this again very soon.
