Coloring Salvation: Other Half
I picked up coloring as something to enjoy with my son while he builds Legos.
Some say it’s not therapy but the mind drifts when hands shift and here’s what I’ve been thinking:
Whenever I’m not thinking about my kids I’m thinking about my marriage. My husband was gone for work recently and rather than lament his absence, I created this love note and taped it to his laptop, securing our connection.
We had dinner scheduled after his return but I became sick. Good intentions acknowledged, pats on the back exchanged, we decided better to go our separate ways; me to a cafe to write and him to a bar to watch football. I went instead to the bar.
Now, I don’t go to bars because I don’t drink and I feel guilty taking up a seat sipping ginger ale for an hour and half. I also don’t really shoot pool or watch sporting games. Kris does all those things though and this particular bar had some cool neon I glimpsed from the sidewalk, so I changed my plans to his plans, not for the art but for the effort.
… become inflexible.
… forget your lipstick.
You are not filled with neon.