So the other day I just had one of those days. Classes, colleagues, review books – if it could go wrong or bite my head off, it did. At the end of the day I sat down at my desk and saw a box of 72 colouring pencils. And decided to sharpen them.
All of them.
And by the end, they were sharp, beautiful, usable, and my spirits had lifted way up. Who’d have thunk it? Thank you Crayola (or actually, Texta, in this case).
Do you have moments of therapy that just calm you right down, expected or otherwise?
– Jean AAR