All of those things have one very important common factor; blue. I believe the majority of my life has been painted by various hues of blue. But recently the days of my existence have been brushed over with a variety of colors I've never really seen before. Red-- like blotchy, tear-stained cheeks, untimely frustrations, and tired eyes. Grey-- like rain kissed pavement, boredom, and the suitcases I've been so diligently packing. Yellow-- like sunshine and birthday balloons...
They told me that the latest I'll be going back to my mission in Korea is December 18th. I may go earlier, but that's all dependent on the arrival of my visa. Which means I've only got a few weeks left here in America before saying goodbye again for another nine months. Absurd. I'd say I'm excited but I'm afraid that would be a bit of an understatement.
I want to share my soul with the people I interact with; I want them to see that it's chipped and fraying in a few different places just because it's been well-used. I want them to see the way it changes colors along with my mood. I want them to see how it starts to glow when my heart whispers rumors of love into its very core. I want to share my soul with the people I interact with. But I suppose it's mostly just because I want others to share their souls with me.
I'm leaving in a few weeks. But it's never too late to say, "Hello, my name is CaLea. My favorite color is blue and today I napped beneath a christmas tree and that made my happy." I guess that was my lame, half-attempt at a conversation starter. What's your name, what's your favorite color, and what made you happy today? The world is far more beautiful when people leave little fragments of their soul like glitter everywhere they go.