I have this undying love for the color white. It’s as if I channel the Queen of Hearts, obsessively splattering red paint over roses, except in my case, it’s all about white. When we moved into our current house three years ago, those warm tones of tan and yellow that resembled a Tuscan café had to be banished.
White. It embodies cleanliness, a pristine blank canvas that eagerly awaits anything and everything thrown it’s way. That’s why the ghastly yellow in the guest room is next on my hit list for a transformation.
It’s fascinating how my mind wanders and finds solace in these seemingly insignificant escapes. Engaging in lighter topics, where the weighty and hard-to-swallow matters can take a backseat. Like hearing, of my family members health problems.
I currently find myself at my parent’s place, and the view from their west-facing house is mesmerizing. The sunset paints the sky in hues ranging from soft peaches to serene blues. It’s a sight that brings immense satisfaction. Sadly, back at home, we don’t get to witness sunsets. Roughly three hours before the sun sets, it disappears behind a dense cluster of trees and a steep hillside. So catching a glimpse of these vibrant displays of nature is a rare and cherished treat.
As I reach the end, there’s a buzzing of melancholy within me. It’s a feeling I want to push away, to distract myself from its grip. But here I am, not shying away, and perhaps that’s a positive step. By allowing myself to sit with it, I realize it carries its own significance and meaning. It’s a reminder that there’s context to these emotions, and ultimately, everything will be okay.
Sure, they are a part of my story for now, but they do not define the entire narrative. My life will continue to unfold, with ups and downs, joys and challenges. However overwhelming, this moment may seem, it is just a chapter in that ongoing story.
Thank you for stopping in on my story. Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 