There were a stretch of years where looking back, I think I slowly lost my ‘color’. Let me explain. Just little by little… choosing neutral, choosing safe, choosing “calm” because life felt loud. Because motherhood felt overstimulating. Maybe because everyone else was doing it and I thought it was time to “grow up”. But as I’ve been writing this book on creativity, I’ve found myself missing a part of me and asking God to restore it. Color has always been part of who I am. Not just in what I wear or how I decorate, but in how I live and how I see the world. In the way I create, play, and invite my children into it with me. So lately, I’ve been slowly bringing it back. Not overthinking it, just doing it. Painting something bright. Picking up something from the thrift store that I love but I would normally turn away. Not freaking out over colorful toys. Not dictating what my children create and displaying it proudly. Adding color back into my wardrobe, not because it’s trendy, but because it feels like me. Letting our home look a little more lived in, a little less “put together,” and a lot more like real life. A home that says: 🌈 There are children here. 🌈 We make things here. 🌈 We are allowed to be messy, creative, and fully alive here. And maybe the most important part of all of this is that it’s been a quiet message to myself: ✨ It’s safe to be. ✨ Life is not too much. ✨ You are not too much. ✨ It’s safe to play. ✨ It’s safe to create again. If you’ve been living in beige for a season too… this is your gentle reminder that you’re allowed to bring your color back. 🎨