There has been a huge craze around adult colouring books recently, regularly labelled as “art therapy” or a way of stress relief. I’m really creative, in pretty much every single aspect of my life, so I couldn’t let this pass by without giving it a try. I bought a pretty book, some coloured pens, a fancy set of colouring pencils in their own little carry case and settled into what I hoped would be a new life-long hobby. Art is and always has been a huge part of my life, and it’s safe to say I had really high hopes…
Instead, I found that this was one of the least stress relieving and most stressful past times I’ve tried in a long time. Sat there in my pyjamas and glasses, all settled for the evening, colouring between the very detailed and intricate, tiny patterns, my heart races with concentration. And God forbid I leave a drawing uncoloured – it drives me insane.
I know exactly why though. I’m a huge perfectionist, so the lacklustre act of sitting back and not particularly bothering with the importance of the colouring is foreign to me. I take everything a bit too seriously. That’s not saying I don’t still enjoy the challenge of colouring in all of the pretty patterns, but it definitely isn’t therapy for me!
Have you tried one of these colouring books yet? How did you find it?