09/15/2026
Allow me to share my journal with you.
Maybe someone else feels blue. It’s ok. 💙
Journal prompt:
What color do you feel like today?
Blue. I need to land in the blue today. Blue because there is a sadness that’s winning the war today. Blue, because I feel softer today.
Blue, because that feels safe today.
Blue.
I am sitting in a little swanky, dimly lit cafe alone in Tulsa, I have a pressed linen cloth napkin laying across my lap, it’s powder blue with faint white lines.
As I sat the napkin across my lap, I noticed my legs are too big today. I do this often, this picking and nagging at my body. I try to remind myself that they carry me always, whether I feel they are too large, too lumpy, or just right, they stay kind to me and my judgments. They continue to carry me, never judging me back. How kind of them, I wish I could be as kind to me as they are.
There are two men sitting across from me, seemingly having an important conversation about work, or at least I’d assume, by the blue three piece suits. I’m curious about the conversation. I stay curious.
I’m blue today. Blue in a perfect blue cloudless kind of way and also in a blue sad, rainy day way. I’m learning I can contain both, blue happy, and blue sad. I can be both. 💙