Everything is Purple

Being an adult comes naturally to some. My daughter for example showed leadership qualities from when she started to talk, even before that she would scream until we figured out how best to serve her. I am sure she was my mother in a past life as she seems to relish in dictating ‘how things should be’ to me whilst avoiding and negotiating out of even the easiest of tasks.

Leadership is not something I’m comfortable with. Maybe it’s because I was the youngest of three children. I remember vividly getting lost in the chaos of dinner time discussions, trying to join in but not being able to find the gaps that weren’t already filled by the two adults or two teenagers at the table. I remember talking once and everyone stopped and looked at me and I felt awkward and forgot what I was going to say.

Some people hate being taken care of but I love it. There’s no aphrodisiac like a man cooking for me and cleaning up afterwards (hint, hint). I love it when I fall asleep on the couch and someone puts a blanket on me. I even enjoyed when I worked in an office and my OCD coworker cleaned my desk for me, and then apologised (wtf). I did feel a little guilty but mostly just grateful.

Things tend to get on top of me. I’ll admit I’m a procrastinator but just the mere amount of tasks it takes to be a successful adult is bewildering. I now understand why my mother was always saying ‘if I could just be more organised’ and ‘sometimes I feel like I’m just pretending to be an adult’. Maybe because we both grew up the youngest in our families. Maybe it’s genetic or learned behaviour. But I do know that now there’s no kids at home my mother is one of the most tidy and organised people I know.

Working with children, I often get asked what my favourite colour is. The question used to annoy me. I am an adult, adults don’t have favourite colours. But then an opportunity came up to buy a new watch and phone, both which have been needed for a long time. But how to make this very difficult decision about two big purchases.

A google search turned up way too many options. And this is the modern dilemma, the quintessential ‘first world problem’. My eyes were starting to blur from the scrolling until something caught my eye. I could get a phone that was…PURPLE! Omg!

Is there a purple smart watch that has the specs I need? Yes! So I clicked a few buttons a wallah! Purple stuff being delivered to my house. Which was just as we’ll because I had Covid.

So my friends I have come up with the perfect life hack. Revert back to your childhood days and have a favourite colour. Make sure it’s a colour that makes you happy because your going to choose everything from your underwear to your car by said colour.

I liken my ‘purple’ decision to that of Albert Einstein, who allowed himself to be solely focused on his work by owning all the same shirts and pants so he didn’t have to choose what to wear each day.

I’m still inundated by bills, appointments and requests from my children but I do have one less thing to worry about. I’m looking at the world through purple tinted glasses. It’s a bit shit but it has a nice hue to it.