I want to be happy. That sort of blissful abandon that makes everyone around you sick of your annoying perkiness.
It’s not that I’m ungrateful or unappreciative of what I have. I am unbelievably fortunate in so many ways, and I am truly thankful for that.
But there are riptides of stress and worry roiling beneath my smiles – sleepless nights and foggy days. Fear for the future – for me, for our children, our family. So much uncertainty, and so much that’s out of our control.
I want to be sunshine yellow, when instead I am thunderstorm blue.
Thin spiral notebook 
I think once we become mothers our DNA shifts to include a worry gene. I hope you are soon annoyingly perky again. Beautiful shot and lovely words. Thanks for sharing.
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Your stormy waves and sky reflect your thoughts. It’s easy to say for me: don’t worry, because my kids have grown up and do well. Thankful thoughts like you have chase the worry-monsters away:) Enjoy your weekend!
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What a wonderful contrast between the blues and the warmth of the light! I pray that you’re annoyingly perky very soon! 🙂
janet
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Being yellow all the time aches too. I tried it, had people tell me that I was “yellow” and so I tried so hard to be.
gosh, I have so much to say about this, how I see you as YELLOW in the best possible ways, how I wish we could all just be our colors knowing that the yellow is waiting, but I don’t want to write a book. I’ll save my thoughts for when I can sit and hear your answers while you’re freshening my libation.
it’s a beautiful, hopeful piece.
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Very well composed shot!!
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