Coloring, Comics & Cleaning
I used to be quite the little artist growing up. I wasn’t amazing, I just drew all the time. My dad was not an artist but he appreciated art and encouraged me. Well, he wouldn’t call himself an artist but he knew how to decorate, out to put together an outfit and whenever he did draw, he had a very specific style. I used to create something every day and I was very happy during that time. And whenever I had time to create, it always put me in a good mood.
The same with comics, my dad didn’t introduce me to comics but he did introduce me to Superman. The Adventures of Superman to be exact. It used to be one of his favorite TV shows as a little boy. Of course I was a huge Batman fan, thanks to Tim Burton at that point but my dad furthered my DC education with the introduction of Superman. And from there, once I got into the actual comic books, I introduced him to Lex Luthor and beyond. Again, my dad wasn’t a comic book fan, but he understood that they were important to me. And took the time to enjoy the comics, cartoons and movies along with me. (Before he passed, he was a Thor fan.)
Around the time I used to create every day, was around the same time I was deep into my super hero phase. I found so much enjoyment watching Justice League/Unlimited. I went on to read a lot and I miss visiting my local comic book shop and picking up a comic.
Another thing you can do to help clear out the cobb webs of your mind is to literally clear out the cobb webs of your home. I’m extremely guilty of letting this go. I’ve never been as “clean” as my mom. We could eat off the floors when I was young, that’s how spotless our house was. But I knew my way around a vacuum and bottle of windex. At least once a year my dad would spend his only day off from work and the three of us would do some deep cleaning. The three of us would retreat to different areas of the house and just clean. Joining back up around meal times to discuss our progress. And we would all feel a lot better by bedtime.
Since my dad’s passing, clutter has been my friend. Being surrounded by memories soothed me. When I was younger my room was cluttered but I knew where everything was, it may have looked messy but it was an organized mess. Right now, my room is a just a mess. Granted I have a toddler but I’ve allowed myself to become complacent with the clutter. But I’m finally ready to throw open the windows and let the fresh air into my life.
Today I’d like to take a few minutes to myself to create something new and in honor of my dad read a superman comic. And when I say create, I mean anything, I consider us all artists, to the stick figures to the Van Goghs. And I include those adult coloring books, I bought one for my Aunt one year and she said it did help her relieve stress from the office.
So, hopefully, I’ll have some time to be creative today
and I hope you find the time as well.
Thank you for reading.
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