Grey seems to be the theme of my little life these days.
The weather is unusually cold for this time of year and the sky is always grey. My emotions recently have also been grey. I don't feel angry, like the color red, I don't feel happy like the color yellow. I hardly feel anything. I feel grey.
Events in my life have not been exciting or joyful, but no events have been terrible or traumatizing either. Events, or, lack thereof, have been just grey.
Grey is the color that is stuck in the middle between two colors that are clearly confident in who they are. No identity crises there. Grey chooses to stay in the middle rather than take a stand. It is complacent. It is unmotivated. It is content. It is stagnant. Grey is an undecided color.
That's what I feel is going on in my life right now.
