Outlets

I have a lot of static/electricity that sparks and builds and lightnings through my brain... after tonight's Bible study, I realized that I do have a pretty nice gift of being able to shut off my brain when I need to cool down, but I love discovering new outlets for expression and peace of mind.
Clearly, writing is pretty much my life. And reading. Music, of course, is important, too, and when in the mood, running.
I just started painting, and I like it. I've never been a hands-on, paint-and-such type, but I really wanted to apply myself in that way. I used to hate coloring as a kid because I could never stay inside the lines.
Now, I embrace that quality in myself. I never color inside the lines--I still struggle with it to this day. I'll color a little in Ella's little Dora coloring book, and I have to concentrate SUPER hard without distraction to perfectly fill in colors between the curvy black lines. It still doesn't work and I don't really enjoy it that much.
But on a canvas, there aren't really lines. There are restrictions to the size of the canvas, but the rest of the space is up to me to work with. So I can paint a girl's skirt with a tree trunk in stead of legs, and I can paint an eye using make-up products for my paint/color, and it's outside these pre-structured walls of black lines and caution tape of "Do Not Enter."
I have outlets, and I love them.