I’ve been wearing red a lot.
Not on purpose. It just keeps ending up on me. A lipstick I don’t wipe off right away. Nails I don’t feel like changing. A dress I put on and leave on longer than I planned.
Red feels sexy in a slightly obnoxious way. Like black, but louder. Black has always been mine. Black feels polished, protected, complete. Black makes me feel held together. My love for black isn’t casual, it’s committed.
Red feels different. Red feels like I’m in the mood.
Pink has never felt childish to me. Pink feels romantic. Soft things. Private things. Pink is what I wear when I want to feel pretty for myself. When I’m home. When I’m relaxed. Pink is familiar in the best way.
But pink and red together feel like right now.
I think I’m in a season where everything feels touched by love. Not dramatic love. Just warmth. Ease. Enjoyment. I like my days. I like my body. I like my space. I like how I feel moving through it all.
Red feels right when I’m enjoying myself. Pink feels right when I’m savoring things. Black is always there, steady, elegant, loyal.
I don’t think too much about it. I just notice what I reach for.
I keep thinking I should make a song called Pink and Red.
It would sound exactly like this feels.
And I don’t feel like changing a thing.