Purple hearts

“It seems you are in a purple heart season”.

That’s what my sister said to me a few days ago when I replied her message with a purple heart. She had noticed that I had been sending out purple hearts for a while. I send out hearts…a lot.

“Mine is green” she added. I remember she had mentioned a few months ago how everything was lush for her in this season of her life and it had already started to manifest in several areas. I could already see it for myself.

Sending out purple hearts started subconsciously in August 2022 after I saw the movie ‘Purple Hearts’ and then after a while, I decided to make it a thing… My thing.

I learned that the medal presented to service members who had been wounded or killed by the enemy while serving in the United States military was called a Purple Heart.

I loved the solemnity that came with it. I decided I needed to surround myself with purple hearts. I deserve a Purple Heart for some of the wounds and injuries of this life.

Heck, everyone deserves a Purple Heart. We have all been hurt and wounded…some lives have even been lost from emotional, physical, mental and spiritual wars.

Besides, psychologists tell us that purple calms, stimulates and awakens our senses, it fosters creativity. Purple has also always been associated with wealth and royalty.

So I am gradually replacing the usual red heart with a purple one.

It may bring me more than I could even expect… Who knows!!!

I’m just younger

I find joy in my own company.

I mentally plan my alone time activities and I execute them. I frown when anyone or anything interrupts.

I dont like being disrespected.

I cry when I’m happy, I also cry when I’m sad. I just cry.

My skin glows and I look pretty even without making any effort.

I love company and then I get fed up when it goes on for too long.

I am fascinated by well spoken and written English.

I am a DIY lover.

I’m a sanguine with family and friends. To the stranger, I am antisocial.

I love my nails.

I have a nonexistent temple hair problem.

I have a very thin line between between love and indifference…it just takes one last straw to cross it.

My mom is all this too.

I am my mother’s daughter…

I am my mother, I’m just younger.