When my daughter was about 3 she asked me, "Mommy, what is your favorite color?" I thought for a second and then realized I didn't really have one. I like certain colors of clothes, and other colors for home decorating, but I didn't really have a favorite color. I didn't like the feeling I got about that, who doesn't have a favorite color? What kind of a person doesn't know enough about what they like and don't like, that they don't even know what their favorite color is? So I thought about it, and I ran through all the colors in my head. When I thought about each color, almost nothing came to me, until I got to yellow. When I see yellow, I think "happy", sunshine, and flowers and smiley faces. So I chose, right then, and told my little girl, "Yellow. Yellow is my favorite color because it makes me happy." I don't decorate my house in yellow, and I don't have tons of yellow clothes, and I don't choose yellow everything, but I don't think that is a requirement for a favorite color. This led me to think about what my other favorites were. What is my favorite movie? My favorite meal? My favorite book? It was a total Julia Roberts in Runaway Bride kind of moment. I wanted to figure out the answers to all of these basic questions and now I just needed to figure out how, just how I could figure it out.
This also made me think back to when I remembered how much I loved reading. I wondered how many other things had I already figured out, but had let get lost in my previous busy life.
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