Here. I made this for you.
Coloring page: I belong in the sun (print/download the PDF)
This is a phrase that came long before the pandemic. I’d found myself writing it over and over for the past couple of months, when I’ve felt particularly challenged by this big question—what is my place? And the answer seemed to simply be (without me thinking much about it) that I belong in the sun. I’ve written it when my mind wanders, or gets tangled in a problem. I’ve even found myself wandering to a window, and closing my eyes into the warm light.
But it’s a metaphor, right? So writing it was a way to nudge myself closer into broad daylight (my whole self). And I’ve been taking cautious steps that way, toward the brightest patch of land I can. I’m still nudging myself.
And of course now we’re in a pandemic. And I’m in my home 99% of my life. And I’m lucky that I have large windows to keep me close to the sun and sounds of the street. The walls are white, most everything else is beige. A red chair. Blue chairs. Green houseplants and a kiddo and two puppies keep life vivid. We have lamps and candles. But I like to remind myself that, when this is all over, where I belong is in the sun.