Awake and alive

My girlfriend stopped over a few weeks ago and I squealed as I noticed her hot magenta sneakers. She laughed as she said, "I was going to get the black, but then I thought, why the hell not?" 

Really. Why the hell NOT?

After a lifetime of wearing mostly neutrals and black, I’ve been drawn to brighter colors and bolder patterns over the past few years.

Maybe it’s getting older and feeling comfortable in our own skin that lets us wear the things that get us noticed. Or maybe it’s our subconscious screaming into the void, “I’m here! I exist!”

Maybe there’s no way to know. Maybe it’s a combination of both. 

Maybe it really doesn’t matter why. 

Maybe the only thing that matters is that when we put on the chartreuse sweater we got for Christmas,  it makes us smile because we feel a little more awake and alive.