In second grade, favorite colors were a very big deal. They were the start of all icebreakers. The beginning of friendships. The information that could make or break you.
I’m being slightly dramatic, but you get my point.
During my first day of class, my life changing greeting went something along the lines of, “Hi I’m Madelynne and my favorite colors are red, white, and blue!” But, unfortunately, to a room of very judgmental and close-minded seven year olds, having three favorite colors was not allowed…even if you were just trying to be patriotic.
So, of course, I did what any sensible second grader would do, and quickly combined all three colors together to create lavender. And from then on, my greeting became, “Hi I’m Madelynne and my favorite color is lavender!”
And that was that.
Lavender just became something that I associated with being Madelynne. And it wasn’t long until everyone else did too. My birthday cards became lavender, the walls of my room became lavender, and anything my mom picked out for me was lavender.
Everything that I owned had some sort of lavender aspect to it…except for things that I bought for myself. Because even though lavender is a lovely color, it wasn’t really my favorite anymore.
I began to notice other things.
I loved the calmness of blue and the things it reminded me of: the ocean, vast skies, bright eyes, rain drops, and song birds.
I loved the brightness of yellow and the things it made me feel: happiness, excitement, joy, and energy.