‘CHEERIEST’
When I was a teenager I painted my room a bright shade of yellow.
It was the happiest room in the house and family members tended to congregate there.
I would be sitting on my bed doing homework, surrounded by sketchbooks, and suddenly there would be another three people sitting there too, deep in a conversation that had started somewhere between a car ride home and me surfacing from an intense period of concentration.
I remember choosing the shade to paint the walls.
I would paint it the cheeriest color I could find, and it would make all the sad feelings melt away.
Lemon Yellow.
For a long time I chose this strategy, carefully curating elements of life to stop emotions from surfacing unnecessarily.
Happy colors.
No sad movies. No sad books.No emotive music.
Whole genres were banned in my quest for happiness and when the sad feelings did emerge, I was ready to knock them down with a dose of angry rock or heavy metal.
Twenty years on, I prefer the 'older and wiser' shade of mustard yellow.
It makes me think of warm light from a reading lamp or the beauty of Autumn and nature's cycles, which ultimately is about death and renewal.
But while this suggests I'm now embracing the more melancholy side of life, I must confess I still refuse to go near books or films that mention the death of a loved one.
A woman can only handle so much...