Grey

I count today as the first day of my summer, and I did what I would normally do when I have a break.

I did laundry. Thrilling stuff, I tell you. So much for my exciting life. But, I could put it off no longer as the pile of dirty clothes was embarrassingly high and I had only my "quitter" undies to wear. (And by "quitter," I mean the elastic is so worn they hardly stay up around my waist. These suckers have been driving me crazy all flipping day.)

While 70% 80% Ok 90% most of the clothes I own was washed, dried, and folded/hung in the closet, one thing became alarmingly clear. A lot of it is grey. There's black. There's white. But, most is grey.

I have very little that isn't one of those three colors. Even as I type this, I am wearing grey.

Once upon a time, in my younger years, my closet was filled with the colors of the rainbow. I wore lots of reds, blues, and greens.


I'm not even sure where those clothes went or when they disappeared. I do know it shocked me to see they're gone.

Is that what I am now? Am I some sort of grey force surrounded by vibrant beauty I'm not allowed to enjoy?

Someone who's become nothing more than neutral?

What a sad thought.

I'm happy. I know I am. But...

I don't dream like I once did.

I rein in my hopes.

I don't expect things to be sunshine and roses.

I don't have that feeling that things will only happen to someone else.

I have trouble not waiting for that other shoe to fall.

I don't think these thoughts intentionally, but they are there nonetheless. Slowly, in my effort to protect myself from the pain and turmoil that so easily finds my life, I've pushed away any chance for things that can bring in light and joy. I'm happy, sure, but my happiness is tempered with restrictions on what I allow myself to think and feel. When you look at things like that, maybe I am not as happy as I could be.


Some might question if I am really happy at all.


They say your wardrobe reflects you personality. Honestly, if I've made sure to keep my emotions even and not too far out on either extreme, it's no wonder that color is no longer a part of what I wear.


I have become grey.

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This weekend I did something just for me. I read a whole book. I've haven't allowed myself the pleasure of tuning out the world and reading in what seems like a million years.

I can't tell you how jazzed it made me!

For so long I've put everyone and everything before myself. (Let's face it with everything thrown our way, to some extent I had no choice. You don't really think about doing things for yourself when keeping your head millimeters above water is your main focus.)

It was like a light was ignited.

To bring back my color, I need to remember me. It isn't very profound, but it's so important nonetheless.

Hello me. I look forward to getting to know you again.

It's been far too long.

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Am I the only one to lose herself in this journey toward parenthood or in life in general?

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“Don't wait until everything is just right. It will never be perfect. There will always be challenges, obstacles and less than perfect conditions. So what. Get started now. With each step you take, you will grow stronger and stronger, more and more skilled, more and more self-confident and more and more successful.”

~Mark Victor Hansen