Spring is not my most favourite season of the year, but yet I find it very pleasant. The nature is waking up from a long long sleep and everything seems suddenly alive. And it’s the transformation I am so fascinated by…
The days are much longer than they are in winter and there’s light outside when you wake up. This is very important to me, because it makes starting a new day much easier. Waking up in winter means waking up to darkness. It leaves me with the feeling it’s still night and I should be asleep, only that it’s 8 o’clock in the morning.
The sun is shining more and more and it’s starting to get warmer as well. I can enjoy my walks in a park again, which I’ve missed during the winter. I also love to hear the birds singing. It’s the type of sound that makes you smile somehow and your day gets immediately better.
I didn’t realise how much I’ve loved the sight of fresh grass growing. I walked home from school and I was passing a block of flats and in front of it there was a square of dirt with the fresh grass. It was so bright green and tiny and adorable in a way.
You can also notice first flowers growing, especially at parks. And not only wild flowers are to recognise, but also cut flowers in flower shops. My mum bought me a tiny flower in a glass to look after at the halls of residence and it makes the room so much brighter and a happier place.
The next thing I really appreciate after the winter’s gone is the change of wardrobe. I can wear skirts and lighter clothes again, not having to put on as much as possible so as not to freeze my bottom off. And that’s bringing to mind pastels. I love pastels, they seem so refreshing and cute. Especially pastel green, but I also love the blues, yellows and pinks. Orange is pretty as well.
I also love floral designs on clothing. And I noticed there’s a huge amount of yellow on women’s clothing lately, so maybe I’m going to please myself with a piece. :)
The last thing I wanted to mention, and it is probably the most important one, is that people are suddenly very happy. They greet you with a smile and are so nice to you, which makes you be nice to them and everybody is nice and happy and I love it. I don’t know if it’s only in spring or what, but I’d like it to be that way during all the seasons. It makes life so much better.
Have a beautiful day! oo
but I don’t think I have a favourite colour. I mean, EVERYONE has one. It’s a simple but also important piece of information you can give someone. If you know their favourite colour, you are considered to be close with this person.
Sadly for others, I can’t really answer the question “what is your favourite colour”. At least from now, because last week I would say it’s green without hesitating. Green has always been my favourite colour. Especially mint green or pastel green. And I would probably choose this colour among the others, but that’s just because it stuck with me for the longest time. I like the others as well. I mean, I love red, pink, gold, brown, orange, blue,… They’re just all pretty and have multiple uses – some are better on clothes, some on walls, some on food,… I mean, I said I’ve always liked mint green, nevertheless I wouldn’t ever wear it on my body. I’m just not a fan. BUT, I own a pencil case in mint green and I would never trade it for a one of different colour.
That’s the thing – you can customise them as your eyes wish. That’s why I can’t choose a favourite. And I don’t want to privilege mint green, because I love all my children the same way. (Except purple. Purple is one spoiled child I don’t like as much.) So, I hate to make it difficult for you, but if you ask me what my favourite colour is, I must answer “all of them (except purple)”.
Warning, this post includes some overthinking and a bit of social anxiety sprinkled with low confidence.
I’ve been thinking how people’s behaviour and voice tone affect my mood, my opinions, my everything. I realized I get upset quite easily. When someone says something rude to me, it hurts; I try to suppress the pain, but it rarely works. The pain depends on the relationship between me and the person, or even on the hierarchical role of the two of us.
Hi! I’m sick. And when I’m sick, I don’t really want to do anything challenging or move whatsoever. And I started wondering what to do with my life. You know, them thoughts full of depression and anxiety which you can’t get rid of and they bother you all day. I hate being negative, but sometimes I just can’t help it and I worry so much about things that might happen or that I’ll have to face…