At some point between the age of 18 and 20 I abandoned pink as a color. I do not know why. I think I thought it was uncool or not deep and lacking in angst. Which is true. There is no pink in angst. And vice versa.
However, in my mid 20’s, in the middle of -for lack of a better words or terms – a soul awaking and discovery of my authentic self, – I re-discovered pink (by way of Rachel Ashwell of course.) And I fell madly, head over heels in- love. I never quite understood this madness for pink, this head-over- heels affection that seemed to suddenly sprout up in me like the first daffodil of spring, until a few years ago when I read the following quote, mentioned in passing in one of my favorite books, that it suddenly made sense:
Yes, I thought. It is better for the soul that it have color. And after years of trying to bend and sway, to be cool, or to fit in, years of trying to figure out who I was and what I liked, drowning in a world of khaki and taupe, suddenly my soul sang out in Pink! Pink is hope and dreams and laughter and whispering and newness all rolled into one color. Pink is a song you hum when you are doing something you love, it is the giggles that bubble up between the best of friends and it is the icing on your favorite cake.
Pink is simply, happy.