I have a friend who loves the color, pink.
She always has.
Just the mere mention of the word makes her happy.
Such a simple thing, but it works.
It brightens her day, and her face lights up when she talks about it.
Don't get me wrong - she's not strangely obsessed with it, and you're not going to see her dancing around the street in a tutu, but you may see a pink shoe, or catch the occasional glimpse of pink sprinkled through her hair as she jogs by. Because pink is actually her super-power - a daily affirmation of sorts, that subconsciously gives her strength when she needs to channel that inner something and give herself a boost. I love this about her, and recently, pink came back to motivate, when she needed to make some small, but necessary, changes.
If you work or write from home, you know that it can be both a blessing and a curse. For some, a peaceful nook, with windows of sunshine and glorious quiet, but for others, it's a battle to put your thoughts together, as life and family continue to happen around you. Of course, it's a joyful kind of chaos, but when you're working, or trying to create, it can sometimes be an effort to concentrate and string together the simplest of sentences.
This was where my friend found herself recently - craving a quieter spot to expand her dreams, gather her thoughts, and create more. Her small office space was beautiful as it was, but things had changed, and the time had come for her to make a change as well. It was no longer serving its purpose, and she needed to move out in order to move forward.
Okay, so I know that sounded far more dramatic than I intended, but I love that sentence, so I'm keeping it in ha-ha. But you know what I mean - she just needed a larger, more quiet office space.
After some brainstorming, an almost-empty bedroom was chosen to be her new spot. Of course, she was just moving down the hall, nothing earth-shattering, but we knew it would still be a lot of work, and a whole lot of mess and planning before her new space could be realized. Surprisingly, a few days later, she texted to tell me that it was finished.
Magically, in just one weekend, it was all done, and it was beautiful.
What had originally presented itself as a chore of necessity had quickly become a fun opportunity for her to expand, grow, and decorate.
She had created a calm sanctuary of dreams and motivation.
The color pink, had, once again, channeled her inner super-power, and helped bring a wonderful smile to her face.