It’s kind of funny when you think about it, how so many days have colorful connotations. If you were to ask me about my sister’s wedding, I would’ve obviously mentioned the pinks and golds in the color scheme, but I would’ve said how yellow it felt to me. Yellow is the color of happiness. It wouldn’t have been that shocking, highlighter-yellow color we’re all too familiar with… More like candle light yellow. Soft. Warm. It was the first day I had felt like a part of the family, which was something I’ve been craving for five years now. I was happy, and I felt loved. Yellow.
Almost every day has a color for me. Pink, Black, Green, those are some of my most memorable days. But then there are times when I’m faced with a day that can only be described by imagining a beautiful sky with pinks, purples, blues, and yellows all bleeding into one another.
My goal is to write a little something for myself every day. No school work is allowed, because that’s all I’ve been writing recently, and I want to remember how to write again.
Let’s hope I can stick with it.