Blue

Tuesday night I felt sick…like a bug was taking over my body.  I drank a few smoothies, swallowed a few vitamin c tablets, ran a few neti pots, and hit the hay with my sweetheart and our family of furry kiddos.  When I woke up this morning, the bug instead moved out of my system and planted itself in my brain.  I felt blue. Depressed. Like a total loser, and I wasn’t entirely sure why.

Does this ever happen to you?

I can go on and on about the shitty things that happened today.  I could throw a huge self pity party, along with blue colored crepe paper and party favors made of complaints and heavy insecurities.

But I’ll spare you.

Truth is, being blue is part of being human. It’s part of the Creative Juicy Life.  Blue is on the color wheel, it inspired some of Picasso’s greatest work, it fills the ocean and the beautiful Italian sky.  Blue is the color of my mother’s eyes.  Blue is one of my favorite pigments to paint with. Blue is what the veins on my wrist look like. Blue is what I feel, when I feel the most human of all.

And that’s what we all are.  We’re not what we do, or what labels we attach to our name on a resume, or what job that pays the bills.  We are a color, a spirit, a breath of air living in a body..that sometimes feels blue.

In my life…this Creative Juicy Life….I’m trying to remember to embrace all the color.  Including the more uncomfortable hues, the ones that real courage and strength are mixed from.

Peace & Love.