Over the years my favorite color has changed. I know that seems like a basic and/obvious statement enough, but as I was thinking about the latest change in my favorite color I realized that the color that I like the most changes through phases of my life. The bizarre part is that I never consciously choose my favorite color. It’s almost as if my eyes are drawn to different things as I grow and evolve as a person.
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My first favorite color was orange. This was during elementary school when I was drawn to the brightness and intensity. It was a bold, but happy color. I was a creative, curious kid and orange seems to match that.
As I moved into middle school my favorite color changed to red. With all of the teen angst, loneliness, and my awkward first steps into puberty it’s no wonder why I was drawn to red. From what I remember I was always upset back then, and I clung to the aggressive color in hopes that one day someone else would understand my point of view.
In high school I began to lighten up a bit and my favorite color shifted to yellow. It was a complete 180 from where I was with read, but I guess I realized I needed a major attitude adjustment. High school still sucked, don’t get me wrong, but this was the time in my life when I actively tried to be a positive person. Yellow was me genuinely letting a little bit of the sunshine in.
Now, here I am at 21 and my favorite color has officially changed again. Pink! These days I don’t have to try to be positive. I just am. I’m happy and in love and I work hard to keep my life on track. I’m finally in a place where I feel save and content with where I am in life and I’m very optimistic about what lies ahead for me.