05/13/2026
When I was little, I was obsessed with purple.
Every shade intrigued me. Lavender, lilac, amethyst - I loved them all.
At some point I outgrew it. I suppose I decided it wasn't in style, or sophisticated enough. If a little girl liked it, especially one who didn't know what was cool, a little girl who won spelling bees and got picked last for kickball, well, it was something to be packed up and forgotten.
Until it wasn't.
I'm rediscovering that little girl lately. Cathy got straight A's and pleased everyone, except when she talked too much, and had to put her head down on her desk.
Cathy was a very.good.girl and since she knew how to read before she went to kindergarten, it was only right that she teach the other children. It didn't matter that she might have wanted to learn new things for herself instead....
Little Cathy wrote stories and poems, but she didn't paint, even though she loved colors (especially purple.) No one ever told her she should try, or that she might enjoy it. So she never did, because you are only good at what you're told you're good at, and you know your place.
Until you don't.
I like purple again. Today it's more plum or aubergine, I suppose. You might like it too, and I hope you do.
Unless you don't. And that's ok too.
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