Is Coloring Within the Lines the New Meditation?

I sit motionless on the hardwood floor. My legs are crossed in a full lotus position and the back of my hands rest on top of my knees with my pointer fingers pressed slightly against my thumbs. My posture reflects the small Buddha statue in front of me. And together, our shadows dance on the distant wall, caused by the flickering light of a small candle.

So begins my nightly meditation. But that moment of pure bliss, where the slightest smile can be traced on my lips, never comes.