Sharpener Included

64-boxAccording to Forrest Gump, “Life is like a box of chocolates.” It’s a good line, a damn good line, because it’s true—you never know what you’ll get. But that’s the adventure of life. Life truly begins with self. And I’m about as far from a box of chocolates as one can get.

I’m more like Midnight Blue.

Life may be a box of chocolates, but people are a 96-count box of crayons. You’ve got a handful of “regular” colors, but the rest of the box have swirls or sparkles or strange names. No two crayons in the box are the same.

I’ve never been fond of cornflower blue. It’s a well-known fact that periwinkle and I go way back in our dislike for each other. And navy and I broke up with hate and rage shortly after I learned to walk. But midnight blue, now that’s a blue. I remember the first box of crayons I had with it, it was a 64-count. It was more crayons than I had ever seen and I spent hours just coloring little squiggles with the colors, systematically going through the box that had way more color options than I knew what to do with. Midnight Blue was almost the color of my new blue jeans, but not quite. It was almost black if you colored really hard, but it had these neat streaks in it. That day, laying on the living room carpet—crayons spread across my domain, coloring book pages morphed into doodle pads where I blatantly colored outside the lines—was the only time in my life that I experienced “Love at first sight.”

But I digress, as usual, because I am the Tangent Queen. It’s what I do. I’m good at it. But that’s okay, because part of my goals for this year is to embrace that royalty and use it to my benefit… And hey, I’m doing it again! Crayons. Chocolates. Life. People. Bitten into any icky coconut lately? What color are you? I think that’s where I was headed with this before it got all rambly.

Color is important. Ad agencies spend hours, if not days, figuring out just the right color scheme for an ad or logo. People coordinate their entire wardrobe based on a color for the day—the hardcore go right down to purses & jewelry. On a personal level, my dragonfly tattoo is not just pink and blue. Oh no. It’s Midnight Blue and Magenta. I’ve been thinking about this blog post ever since I caught myself tracing those outlines on my wrist the other day—again. Because while the dragonflies may represent regeneration and rejuvenation, and they’ve been nicknamed F/F, the colors were chosen to represent my kids. And my kids are not even close to being the “normal” crayons in the box. They’re unique. They have streaks and sparkles. They are not pink and blue. They are magenta and midnight.

And as we slowly work our way through our boxes of chocolate, when we stop to lick the melty goodness from our fingers, we should realize those fingers have a color. A unique color. And just as Crayola has introduced new colors and retired others, people come and go—both in reality and in personality. Your color may change as you bite into various chocolates. You may switch colors completely, or just adjust your shade. Either way, you’ll eventually need to fix the worn-down tip. Good thing there’s a sharpener included. A few twists and turns and you can color with precision all over again.

Or until you change shades. Or colors. Or need to peel back more paper to get to more crayon.

Life if like a box of chocolates… in a plain brown wrapper that we get to color for ourselves. What crayon color are you? What are you coloring on the box?

Mine has dragonflies and moons and stars and flowers, and this really lame frog that I can draw because it’s really the only thing I can draw. But it’s my frog. And I can make it whatever color I want…

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Sidenote #1: Don’t look for Midnight Blue in the 64-box! It’s always been the 64-count box, until recently when the purchase of said box left me with 64 perfectly good crayons…and not a single Midnight Blue to be seen. Bastards moved it to the 96-count box.

Sidenote #2: The night I wrote this blog I ate a left over fortune cookie… “Your life is like a kaleidoscope.” I don’t think we can call this thing I have with Irony “stalking” anymore—it’s more like some sort of illicit affair!

Goodies: Free coloring pages from crayola—for all ages, as far as I’m concerned! Find your inner child, color a butterfly!

0 Responses to Sharpener Included

  • wolfnoma says:

    See Kelli, your asking guys about color… that’s just wrong. Guys don’t see periwinkle, or fuscia or magenta. They see Purple, red and well, red. Guys don’t have time to accessorize and “Color-Coordinate” things. Heck, I bet if you leaned over to where the “Hippie” is sitting right now and took a look at his socks (if he is in fact wearing socks) and said socks are not matching in either color, size, or quite possibly one may be inside out. (Sorry Bob, I hate to throw you under the bus like that.)

    Guys just don’t care about minute changes in the great wheel of Pantone. Well, at least it my small section of the world they dont. We care about Oil stains, transmission leaks, who scored which point in whatever sports show is on tv. Guys are mostly black and white with a touch of gray thrown in for good measure. Ok, a LARGE STREAK of gray in some cases as my hair is begining to attest too. Now, what was the point, oh right, what color am I you asked… tough question. It has to break down like this…

    Green and Gold of the Green Bay Packers in Football Season
    Red and White of the Redwings in Hockey Season
    Red, White and Blue of the Flag of our forefathers
    Autumnal Orange of the Love I feel for my friends and family

    Mix together at Home Depots paint department and you get me…

    SOLID GRAY!

    Keep up the great work.

  • Kelli says:

    you used 12 words when you could have used 3… “I’m autumnal orange” =)) because that’s the only color in that grouping that is you, that you picked, that wasn’t picked by a team manager or a woman sewing a flag. now given that… out of the 96 box i’d say that meant you were outrageous orange (used to be ultra orange). see? not black. not white. much richer and more vibrant and fully of streaky goodness =)))

  • wolfnoma says:

    Awww, Kelli, you say the sweetest things. If I didn’t have much love and respect for the Hippie I would court your with all the colors in my GIANORMOUS 59 Bajillion count box of crayons.

  • Kelli says:

    flirting will get you EVERYWHERE, or at least free books =)

  • wolfnoma says:

    Have I told you how much I admire your work and how thought provoking it is to me? Also, I find your sublime sense of humor and sarcasm to be both a sign of high intelect and deep wisdom.

    Oh, and your HOT too!

    wolfnoma

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