Colors I had the inside of my house painted after spending weeks stressing over colors. Then, once the walls were painted, the light shifted and every wall looked different. Some lovely, some overwhelming, some turning into an ombre running down the wall.
I realized this is a great metaphor for life. We think we have everything in focus, and then the light, or our mood, or the world shifts, and everything looks different. And we feel different. We grow tired of things we loved and yearn for something new, something invigorating. Our old life no longer suits us, but we do not know what does. We are in a liminal phase, wondering what comes next.
In the past, my wardrobe has provided hints. Patterns have replaced solids, colors have shifted, and I am drawn to unique styles. Over the years, I have been attracted to and purchased clothes for a life I do not have, but one miraculously appears as my style changes, as if the clothes predicted the future. Perhaps the colors in my home are preparing me for the journey before me.
