DAY 117

Do colors come with a number?

I heard someone say, "Bright colors are not meant for women of a certain age."

I have loved bright colors from the time I was a kid.

In fact I have loved COLORS. Period.

Just because I fall under the category of "women of a certain age" does not mean that I have to stop liking colors or start liking only certain "age-appropriate" colors.

Or does it?

Oh, nobody's stopping you from liking colors, it's just that you don't wear 'em, they say.

Ahem...wearing them is one way of `liking' colors, right?

It is so strange, when I was young, people told me I was not supposed to do certain things because I was young and "those things" were the privileges of older people.

Now that I am getting older, people are telling that I am not supposed to do certain things because I am a "woman of a certain age" and "those things" are the privileges of the young.

People are always `telling'.

Long ago I decided that the only way to deal with all the `telling' is to stop `listening'.

A woman gotta do what she's gotta do and this woman loves to enjoy life -and it is not this woman's fault that her mental age is somewhere in the twenties.

I don't know how, but this image to me some how represent that feeling of mine. It feels like it is thumbing its nose against convention - it is chaotic, it is fun, it is colorful, it is ageless, it is mysterious, it is not all there, yet it is captivating. It is just IT.

This image is a combination of a colorful screen, water and back lighting.

And I think I love it. :)