As a fan of all things rainbow and unicorns, I appreciate a colorful approach to living. Purple, for example, holds a special place in my heart, and on my head. Red was my very first favorite color when I was three years old, and there are a lot of nostalgic feelings I have regarding that shade. Blue gives me a very relaxed and open space vibe, and green seems to improve my mood whenever it enters my eyes. But yellow…ah, yellow. We have had a tumultuous relationship over the years, a relationship that came to the forefront last year in rather delightful way.
From the time I was born, I have always been of a rather nocturnal nature. My mother would often lament what a strange baby I was, sleeping all day and then just as she was sitting down to watch Johnny Carson around 10:30 at night, I would perk up and want to play. Getting me to sleep when it was dark was a nearly impossible challenge for her, a habit that never really left me. However, since getting married to a diurnal gentleman a little over 5 years ago, I find that I have adapted to his schedule…but when he is traveling out of town for work for more than a couple of days, my inner Nosferatu Timetable kicks in and I find myself staying up all night once again.% | % | % | % | % | % | % | % | % | % | % | % | % | % | %