Last week I wrote about learning how to trust this thing called my heart/my intuition, it hasn't been easy. Just today I found myself almost to tears because of a simple question.
What is your favorite color? I know it sounds trivial but how does one not know what her favorite color is? A chameleon has many colors. This has been me.
Liking this color one minute, calling it my favorite and then in the next, scribbling the whiteboard clean and picking up a new marker. This is me, the grungy whiteboard with faint scribbles in the background, wiping quickly so that nobody sees the mistakes.
A friend reminds me that it's ok because there are no mistakes.
"There are no mistakes or failures, only tender lessons which are opportunities for gratitude ~ because sometimes it takes struggles and do-overs to know ok, this is what happens when I do not follow my soul. That's what it feels like, that's what it sounds like, so I'll know better next time."
So what does this grungy whiteboard tell me? I may not know my favorite color but there are secrets slowly being revealed..
It whispers that:
~ Tattoo's are my favorite art.
~ Dangly earrings and bandannas make me feel at home in my gypsy soul
~ I'm not a painted nail person. I've tried. Different colors. Just not me. Love colored toenails!
~ I prefer simplicity. Layers are not my friend.
~ Jeans and Skirts romance my soul like poetry.
~ Oh and Ariel is my favorite Disney Princess. :)