Midlife Doodles

Doodling in middle age, doodling in the digital age... Daily. Digitally and not so digitally. Sometimes almost not digitally at all. Welcome to my midlife doodles.

I doodle old school back-of-the-napkin doodles with borrowed pens and pencils. Or a straw dipped in tea. I doodle in meetings, and I doodle in bed. I doodle at the beach. On the beach. In the wet sand by the water's edge where I sometimes re-doodle when the waves wash over my works of whimsy. I doodle on my phone. I doodle on the not-so-fancy paper placemat with my spilled coffee. Or red wine. I noodle-doodle on my plate, and sky doodle with my flashlight. I doodle in the margins of my books, and doodle on the backs of envelopes when paying bills. My friend even doodles on pristine white airsickness bags and then slips them back into the kangaroo pouch in the seat in front of him for somebody to discover later. Dogs doodle in the snow and we call it marking their territory...

Do You Doodle?

Maybe you should try marking some of your territory with doodles? Or maybe doodle a morning message on your misted mirror instead. Doodle-dawdle to decompress, and doodle-bomb get even or make a point or just to experience [almost] what it's like to graffiti. Doodle because teachers and parents told you not to. Doodle because it's risky. Doodle because it's safe. Mostly — and most important of all — doodle because you can and it's fun!