I saw I picked up some new followers recently. Welcome and thanks. I hope you enjoy the travel photos and random musings. Mondays I try to talk a little about my writing. Today’s post was inspired by a weekly photo challenge that WordPress created.
Previously we’ve discussed defining moments, and you all blew me away with your replies. I told you that one of my most defining moments was the summer of my sixteenth birthday, when my dad died of a heart attack.
It was a strange time, and teenagers don’t always have ideal strategies for coping and moving forward from events such as that. One of the strangest things I did that summer was to make a conscious choice about my favorite color.
Until then, my favorite color was blue. I would wear down every shade of blue in my crayola box to the nubs. But the day I walked from those endless, blue-on-blue Nevada skies into the crematorium, I decided I hated the color blue. I didn’t want to color it, wear it, see it, smell it, or feel it.
For a short period of time I wavered between green and yellow. Everything living, growing, and natural was green. But yellow seemed the epitome of happiness. It was a small choice, but it grew on me, and while I’ll never be the type of person who surrounds herself with a favorite color, I like to always have something yellow in my line of sight. It’s a healthy kind of compulsion.
I no longer have anything against blue, and forget-me-nots are one of my favorite flowers, but yellow, for me, is the color of happiness.
It was also my mother’s favorite color. When she passed several years ago, we all wore yellow in subtle or demonstrative ways. We had yellow flowers for her service. I was not the same person I was when my dad died, and the yellow at her funeral couldn’t deter my own love for the color.
What is your hue? Is it a specific shade or all shades of that color? How or when did you come to know it was your favorite color?
Hope you have a productive and happy week, friends!