Last week I challenged everyone to colour a picture, and maybe even use the ‘ugly’ colours. Did you do it?
In return, I said that I would colour a picture every single day for a week just to see what happens.
Funny story. I have only two pictures coloured.
I started strong. I had all the intentions. I even included my kids.
We’d sit down for at least 15 minutes and just colour. I even let them choose the picture they wanted me to colour and have some input on what colours I chose.
Some input, not all input. It’s easier to give them all the power and not make decisions myself.
That way, if my picture comes out ugly, I can say ‘well, the kids chose the colours.’
I figured that was a cop out from the exercise itself. I needed to make ugly drawings and take ownership of them.
It’s ok to make ugly. This is ugly and I’m proud.
Colour as a Team
I even went as far as drawing a flower in the mermaid’s hair of one picture. I drew it, so it was horrible since I have no artistic ability when it comes to drawing free hand.
My daughter said, “You know what she needs? A flower in her hair.”
So I did it. I was brave and proud of myself.
The time I had with the kids was wonderful also. They wanted to colour because their mama was colouring. It was exciting to them.
When I wrote “Day X of the Colour Challenge” on a page, my daughter started doing that too, not even knowing what the challenge was.
So why do I only have two pictures?
Well, I don’t know where the others are!
There were two days in a row that I did not colour. The first was a snow day for the kids.
It turned our normal routine all out of whack and by the end of the day, none of our normal things were accomplished.
The next day I was in the hospital for a family emergency.
The following day, I was ready to colour again. Except I couldn’t find any of my previous drawings! Where did they go?
I found my kids pictures, but not mine.
My house is a vortex of lost things. I’m assuming my pictures went into the dryer with the lost socks. They go in. They don’t come out.
So I have two missed days, and three lost pictures, and I basically have to start again. But do I?
Colour as a Need
The exercise was to colour, not to prove it. I know exactly what I gained from the colouring exercise.
- I still don’t enjoy colouring at all. It doesn’t satisfy me. It doesn’t heal my anxiety.
- I loved the time with my kids.
- It didn’t really bother me that I couldn’t find the pictures I coloured because it’s not like I was going to frame them or put them on the fridge.
One thing I did think, very briefly, is “maybe I should start again.” For the days I missed, and for the pictures lost, maybe I should colour again?
The answer to this question was my biggest gain from the colouring challenge. I chose not to.
Instead of colouring three pictures a day with my remaining days, I chose just to colour one.
- I don’t need to catch up.
- I don’t need to replace lost or missing things.
- I don’t have anything to prove.
I know how many pictures I coloured, and what they looked like when I was done. My kids know.
I didn’t complete the challenge the way I had hoped, but I survived the week, and I’m not plagued with thoughts of, “Oh no, I was unsuccessful.”
Because I wasn’t.
I promised that at the end of the week I would have seven coloured pictures and no excuses.
Well, I have about 20 coloured pictures, but only two are mine, and I gained quality time with my kiddos.
That’s a win for me!
I didn’t make excuses. I didn’t try to cover anything up. I didn’t overexert myself trying to play catch up for lost items.
I just did a little bit each day, minus two days that I couldn’t have planned for.
Did anyone else have the chance to colour this week?