Typically I like to write about all the philosophical mumbo jumbo that plagues my brain and no one should ever be forced to endure. (sorry blog). But today is an indulgence. I’ve had quite the difficult week, so in this post I want to show you that despite my occasional sarcastic gloom, I really do see the world in bright, beautiful technicolor.
Fact: I like doodling. Not on paper, really (though paper is often more readily available, so I will succumb to paper doodles when bored); I like whiteboard doodling. All right, I actually like whiteboards in general, both for doodling and for, you know, actual work. In fact, when I got my first ever full-time job, my boss welcomed me with a brand new 8’x4′ whiteboard for my office. Proof:
My sister continued the trend by gifting me a set of 12 colored whiteboard markers. These are used extensively:
I have since moved offices (bye bye humongous whiteboard 😥 *sniff*) so my doodling has diminished, but this past week something compelled me to doodle on our communal conference room whiteboard every day.
It started oh-so-innocently with the fact that Mondays are monstrous.
(hurrah for cheesy captions)
Tuesdays, as we all know, are about the sleepiest, boringest, furthest-from-the-weekend days. Hence, a sleepy monster. (It’s not a cat. Just so you know. Cats aren’t really that boring. And there are no ears. Obviously not a cat).
Wednesday is hump day!! Apparently my first attempt looked like a hippo, so the legs were added to adequately portray the humphy camel-ness (camel-y humphness?) that is Wednesday.
Then came Thursday. I’d like to insert an oops in here, because in pondering my doodle for the day, this image crowded out all the other potentially fantastic ideas until I could think of nothing else. My inner nerd was just begging to be expressed…
And last but not least, Friday. We’re all thinking it, I just doodled it. Friday is The Little Engine that Could… Mount the Monstrous Hill of the Week to Make it to the Weekend on the Other Side.
I’m tempted to tag this post “art” but let’s face it. This is not art. This is pure childishness leaking onto the walls of my office building; my coworkers are just kind enough to be amused and permit my antics. How do you cope with difficult weeks? Do doodles ever lighten the atmosphere of your office? I think there is something beautiful about the temporal nature of whiteboard doodles. Because as beautiful or quirky or funny as the drawing may be, at some point it will get erased, and you will need to create again and again and again. And this is important, because the joy is never only in the end result, but always in the journey. And that is why I see life in technicolor. Because this journey is beautiful, as difficult as it may be.