I used to feel like I didn’t know myself when someone would ask me what my favorite color was, and that I had to stick to it to maintain a consistant identity.
This became more problematic when my toddler started frequently asking what everyone’s favorite color was. She kind of insinuated that I didn’t like her favorite color because it was different than my own.
As a result, I instead started asking what her favorite color was today. Everyday was a new color and for a new reason, blue because of Bluey, pink like her favorite shoes, brown like mamas eyes, or green like her favorite stuffed animal.
Being a human is complex and sometimes I love sage green because it reminds me of my childhood bedroom. Other times I love a pale Purple like my clear game boy color. Sometimes it’s teal like an old American Apparel hoodie I wore to shreads. Sometimes it’s light orange because I really want a creamsicle.
Sample the rainbow, there’s no rules!
