colorshow

when i was nine years old, my best friend and i would sit knee to knee on her bed whispering about our futures. or we'd curl up under her patchwork quilt in that rural oklahoma farmhouse and speak in the kind of definitive tones that only youth can lend to the future.

my childhood self imagined this blog far differently.

i spent hours sending query letters to prestigious california law schools, planning a life that involved me having long blond hair, a blue car and a husband that wore a lot of black. i saw my life in distinct colours back then ... and that's maybe the one thing that hasn't changed.

because, let's face it, i'm a short-haired brunette with a mom-coloured SUV covered in climbing stickers living a single gal's life in the same red state i grew up in. but it's a life that's full of rich hues worthy of any tapestry.

you see, in this life i get the warm, autumn glow - reds & yellows & oranges - that come from knowing i have the deepest of friendships; the indigo nights that never seem to end after a heartbreak and the violet dawns that comes after. there are violent silvers of panic and grays of doubt but they're absorbed by the kind of greens that only bare feet are allowed to tread upon.

w.h. auden once wrote that all we are not stares back at what we are. and the 9-year-old girl staring at me through that prism of age is pretty glad i started hijacking rainbows.

"be loud, let your colors show ... there's a time (now) and a place (now), someone built to take the race ..." -- the avett brothers