If coloring distracts you from that, then color. Just don't pretend it's some New Age pursuit, a simpler way to achieve transcendental bliss. Distracting you from your bullshit adult life does not make coloring meditation, it makes it a hobby. That's what hobbies do, whether they're childlike or mature, like woodworking or sniffing your booze before drinking it. They simultaneously focus and distract. If coloring's your thing, don't be ashamed that it's for kids. Own it.
Anyway, that's my plan as I sit here wearing adult zip-up pajamas, snacking on an adult Lunchable and thumbing through Bun B’s Rap Coloring and Activity Book. If I'm going to unwind with a kid's activity re-made for adults, I might as well go all out.
The images in Bun B's book are simple portraits, not unlike the full pages of Dora or that shifty fox Swiper that my daughter likes to color. I'm done with colored pencils -- they take too long -- so I reach into a bucket of crayons and pull out a pale red for the pick in Questlove's afro. The soft, new sweatshirt feeling inside my Forever Lazy Adult Onesie is comforting as I make long strokes, mostly staying within the lines. I reach for a piece of wine-infused salami from my Hillshire Small Plate and in just a few minutes, the picture's done. I wouldn't put it on Instagram, but it'll fit right in on my fridge. Just got to figure out which of my daughter's pieces to take down. Or I could just do as she would and knock everything onto the floor, clearing space for my art. Yes, that's the answer. That and maybe a nap.