I love yellow. It’s the color of sunshine and joy and Amanda Gorman’s coat when she read “The Hill We Climb” at the 2021 Inauguration ceremony. I have 2 pairs of yellow sneakers, a pair of yellow Doc Martens and no less than 4 yellow purses.
I didn’t intend to have 4 yellow purses. I had one yellow purse. It was small and round and didn’t fit much beyond my phone and keys and then I got a new, slightly bigger, phone and it didn’t even fit that. So, I needed a slightly bigger, but still very small, yellow purse. Oh, but when I sing places, I usually read music off my iPad, so I needed another purse that was big enough to fit my iPad. Enter yellow purse number 3. I think number 4 was mainly for the bow. I’m not even a bow person, in general. But on a yellow purse? Well, apparently, I’m a yellow bow on a yellow purse person.
So now I have four yellow purses. Or I did, this morning. As I went through my accessories, I thought about why I had accumulated those four. Stuff begets stuff. The little round yellow purse was fine…until I bought more stuff and needed a bigger vessel.
It’s overly simplistic, sure, but in that moment, that yellow purse was the perfect metaphor for how unchecked stuff snowballs. Everything I buy needs a space. And maintenance. And upkeep. and often accessories. which then requires a bigger space, which then needs more…..and on and on…until you have 4 yellow purses.
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