Untitled Me.

While strategically selecting the font colour for the next update of my long forsaken blog, I hovered over my beloved grey - the blanket representation of sadness or of sorrow. I guess I'm not trying to portray such feelings. Yet all the bright, beautiful colours such as my conventional orange, my feminine pink, my serene blue and even my 'green-eyed monster' green seemed inappropriate. In the end my choice was this darker shade - more green than blue, not bright nor dark, not sad nor happy.

But what is the emotion that envelopes my world at this point in time? Or to be more artistic, which of the cornucopia of colours tinges my personal reality? What thoughts do I want to share with the world (or to be more accurate, any readers of my isolated blog)?

On my list of things to do has always been 'to improve', its position not always at the top of the hierarchy but always surfacing every now and then when my life begins to fall out of order. It had resurfaced recently in light of everything that was happening and I suppose now, more than ever, it will play a dominant role in my life.

This is a transition period. A period between periods. Settling into uni, finding my own feet amidst the plethora of things that need to be done and achieved - moving out. But let us not discuss such subjects. For now, only a general overview of things, so as to avoid treading on mentally forbidden grounds. Where lies the boundary between forbidden and acceptable? Transition within my mind - the quest to rebuild and reorder my thoughts, feelings and values and ultimately, the quest to find what it is that I can live with, and what it is I cannot without.