I am a colour person. I love it. I come alive with it. My clothes are usually bright and my hair is now ginger. I feel vibrant and happy when I’m surrounded with different variations of the rainbow. However, my ex husband loved neutrals. Everything I looked at seemed a little ‘beige’ to me and before I knew it, my lovely colourful house had somehow become much paler and colour-less.
When he left me out of the blue I didn’t have time to worry about such trivial matters as colour I just had to focus on getting through each day. I had to make myself get out of bed to walk the dog, get to work and pretty much survive each day the best way I could.
The little colour that was still there faded quickly as I realised that so much had changed overnight and my life would never be the same again. The fighting then began in earnest and my world became paler and paler.
This month I suddenly felt a real freedom from my marriage and started very slowly but surely to re-introduce colour into my home. I got rid of the pale curtains, cushions and began a huge shopping spree to find the colours that would complement my home and make me feel more alive. I have nearly finished and for the first time in over ten years I feel like I’m finally ‘home’ in my home.
It’s amazing how something so simple can actually be so free-ing and healing. It was time for the hibernation to end and to start living again. I finally feel much more like the old me that I was pre-marriage and such a sense of freedom it’s bought me.
Who knows where I’ll be this time next month?