Yesterday I wrote about my mounting stress, and how I needed a break from the “have-tos” so perhaps I could regain some sanity. Then I launched into a 12 hour day, which resulted in a volcano of a zit erupting on my cheek 30 minutes before I had to present to parents. It was a sure sign that stress was winning.
I had an idea for this blog today, but when I woke this morning I could not recall what it was. Then in my Facebook newsfeed someone posted this:
Then I remembered.
On Wednesday evening I went to restorative yoga. I got there nice and early so I could just sink into my mat on the floor and forget about everything. I heard my yoga instructor, Linda, talking to some other ladies there about how suddenly adult coloring books seems to be a thing. Linda said a friend had given her a coloring book, the one shown above, and how she colors on airplanes to pass the time.
What was weird about the entire conversation was that I felt I had heard the entire conversation before. It was like I knew what everyone was going to say. As I lay there cocooned in a blanket and with an eye pillow blocking out all light, I felt like I was in some kind of a time warp. Had I heard conversation before? I am still uncertain.
Stress does weird things. Besides reading and yoga, I have another weapon in the war on stress. The conversation reminded me that my mother gave me this for my birthday:
Guess it’s time to get coloring!