Pink Is Not the (Whole) Problem

I love the color pink. But that did not happen until I was an adult. In grade and high school I thought wearing pink was too girly and therefore threatened my tomboy image. This article is very interesting and explains so much about the color that I had never even thought about.

The Mamafesto

Whoever is doing the PR for the color pink is doing one heck of a job lately... Whoever is doing the PR for the color pink is doing one heck of a job lately…


My relationship with the color pink is a mixed bag. I’ve never been much of a “girly girl,” instead opting for more muted tones for much of my wardrobe (save for that period of neon during the late ’80s/early ’90s). Lately, however, I’ve come to embrace it somewhat. Blame it on this never-ending winter that has brought cold, dreary, grey days and has essentially forced me to wear some pink to brighten up my spirits. Last winter I even dyed my hair pink and purple!


I say all this because pink has been in the news lately (this color will *never* get a break). Over at NYMag’s The Cut, Yael Cohen asks, “What’s the Problem With Pink, Anyway?” Cohen takes a look at the backlash to the “pink aisle” – aka the girls’ aisle…

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My feelings have no home


I want to talk about my feelings. Constantly discuss the ends and outs. But who can I do that with? Therapists, friends, co-workers and family get tired of discussing the same issues over and over again. I wish I had a best friend like in high school where you shared everything. Your thoughts and views and solutions. That one best friend who would never disagree with you. Do you remember those? I had a couple over the years. But as we grow older and have our own opinions it’s hard to find someone you have EVERYTHING in common with. Therefore I am left with these feelings tumbling around in my head.  Causing complete havoc.

Sure I’ve tried a therapist. But I feel even they get bored of covering the same subjects. I get insecure and think of all the awful things they could be thinking about me. Sometimes I wish I had their job. A job where you could talk about other peeps problems and forget your own. That sounds like a genius plan. But getting back to the subject of my feelings. How can a complete stranger understand how deep they are? Even if I’m talking about something as trivial as what socks to wear. If that gives me anxiety than it’s obviously important to me. The therapists must think I’m raging mad. I can only imagine. Others tell me that it’s their job and they would never judge you. But isn’t that just human nature. I judge peeps all the time. It seems I cannot help it. Although I do find myself sticking up for others who are unjustly being judged. Like old peeps. Why has society lost all patience with old peeps? We would not exist without them. Have some respect.

Now to the next option, friends. Let’s just cut straight to it. Most of my friends have way worse problems than me. They suck at life and are constantly over shadowing my problems with their bad decisions. So when I try to discuss my feelings with them they just throw out some sob story that makes me feel bad for worrying about my hair until it made me sick. Who cares about my hair? They can’t pay their mortgage! Friends mean well, and they listen as best they can. But ultimately they are waiting for you to finish so they can discuss their own problems. It’s rare to find a friend who actually cares enough to listen and table their own issues for 15 minutes. If you find one of those I suggest you return the favor once in awhile so not to scare them off with your selfishness. They deserve more respect than that.

On occasion I have related to a co-worker so much that we often discuss our feelings. And while this may seem good in the beginning you quickly realize the black whole you are creating. First of all, you’re letting a co-worker (competitor) know your weaknesses. That should be enough to stop you right there. But it isn’t, because I enjoy talking about my feelings so any outlet usually gets fair play regardless of the consequences (which are immense I must add.) Just think if that co-worker decides your trust is no longer valuable to them and they go around telling others the feelings you have intrusted them with? It would be a complete office disaster. I’ve said some things I am not proud of about some of my co-workers after that third margarita. Nothing terrible or very far from the truth but nonetheless not something I should be saying out loud. And once the boss gets wind of the things you’ve been saying all credibility is lost. No one will trust you, they’ll stop talking when you walk into the break room, you’ll be completely alienated from the cool crowd. Your work life will be ruined. Sure, you’ll still take home a pay check but you will no longer WANT to go to work.

Family as a support system I believe can only go so far. So many of the feelings I wish to discuss are deeply rooted in my past family issues. All ours are. Think about it. How therapeutic or relieving would it be to discuss my daddy issues with my dad? It’s terrible to think about. The confrontation and emotion that would go into it. I’m not looking to have an intervention, I just want to talk about why I don’t have any self esteem (aka Daddy issues). So let’s try a sibling. Sure at first they are supportive and completely focused on what you are saying, because they lived it with you. But that soon changes to annoyance and more concern for the issues they’ve had with you since childhood. So somehow, during your out-poor of feelings, they turn the subject around and start pointing out what you did wrong to begin with. How it’s all your fault anyway. At best, a distant aunt or uncle could work. They know the family dynamic so they can understand where you’re coming from. Yet they are not too emotionally invested because they have their own issues with the family. This territory could be dangerous depending on the relationships in your family so tread lightly.

And where does that leave us? Therapists are ultimately paid to listen, but that’s pretty much it. Friends have worse problems so you’re often left feeling guilty when telling them about yours. If you want to keep somewhat of an enjoyable work environment you better lay off any heavy conversations with co-workers. And family, well that’s where all the issues derived from. So who are you supposed to talk to, confide in? Who really cares about your life and how you are doing more than they care about themselves? That’s a hard question to answer. Some turn to their religion or faith, others keep it all bottled up. I’m not sure what is the right path for me. I’ve never been religious and my empathetic heart finds it hard to share feelings with someone and not get the reaction I would like. I tend to tell myself I am not selfish yet in reality I just want to talk about myself. Use others life stories to help guide me on my path. Ultimately I think timing is everything. I’ve used all of the above as sounding boards, life coaches, venting targets and supporting devices. Maybe the key is to spread it around. Find what works best for you and make the most of it. Yet stay flexible because nothing is forever.

I purposely left out one example; your best friend, spouse or life partner. Sometimes my deep affection and concern for my husband keeps me from sharing all of my feelings because I know he will take them on as his own and feel a terrible responsibility to fix them. Even if it is not at all possible. Sure, the more irrational feelings, the ones he just cannot relate to, are hard for him to comprehend. But that does not mean they do not affect him. Let’s take my low self-esteem as an example. It hurts his heart that I don’t see the beautiful, intelligent, charismatic women that he sees. He just cannot wrap his head around it. His confidence comes from within and is a part of him. So when I share ALL my feelings with him I am ultimately challenging that confidence. Making him question weather he can ever make me completely happy. Which he cannot. But not because of him, because of me. Because I can see the worst in any situation. I can break myself down to a speck of dust on the bottom of a bums shoe. In a breath I can change how I feel and completely ruin a whole day. So needless to say, I don’t want to burden the one person I love more than anything in the world with all my feelings. He deserves much better than that.

Mind Tornado


Feeling discouraged. I’m not motivated. My own worst enemy. Super lazy this weekend. Didn’t take the dogs out at all. Feel guilty. Worrying about yesterday. Heart palpitations. Need to work out. It helps with anxiety. Wasn’t active at all. Ate bad Friday night. Never reach my goal. Feel like crying. Work does not help. Sit in front of my computer feeling trapped. Want to get out. Scared. Soul sucking. Work for the man. No point. Useless. My husband suffers. My dogs suffer. Death is imminent. Funeral to go to. Aunt has alzheimers disease. Getting worse. Mom a disaster. Surgery in the future. My sister moved to another state. Always feel fat. Never satisfied. Never accepting. Never fully proud. Wasted life. Want to travel. Move on. Be those people. Feel suffocated. Don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. Already old. It’s too late. Never getting out.

It comes in waves

water hand

Suicide makes death harder to accept.

The feelings a person must experience to think death is their only option are too agonizing to understand.

The despair in the air is suffocating my mind.

Empathy is rolling off of me in waves so big I’m drowning in my own compassion.

My heart aches for a way to end the pain the ones I love are suffering.

I hope the search for peace ended in discovery.




Death has a way of bringing your day to a stand still. There is no way to continue until you have time to process what you just heard or witnessed. I don’t care who’s death it was. Someone close or a stranger. Even an animal. Death is simply hard to comprehend. The thought that our lives and those around us can be over in a split second makes you feel vulnerable and scared. Sure, we all want to be at peace with the inevitable but it takes some time to digest.

The death of a friend is much more complicated. Not a terribly close friend but someone you like to hang out with, someone you care about. To hear that they suddenly no longer exist is quite shocking. You start to wonder what happened. Piece together things you’ve heard about them or seen. As information trickles in you begin to form your own opinion.

Now take that a step further. You knew this individual was not happy. You could see the struggles they were having. But like I said before, you weren’t terribly close. You assumed they had a close friend or relative that they could rely on for support. What if you assumed wrong? What if that individual needed all the support they could get from anyone willing to give it? Now you’re stuck feeling sad and regretful that maybe you could have done something. Keep in mind, you still don’t know what happened. But you can’t help but feel connected.

So let’s back track. Don’t panic. It could have been a freak accident. Just because someone is having a rough time does not mean they would end there own life. Keep your mind open to the possibility that what little you did was well received and appreciated. And that regardless of your actions some peoples fates are already sealed. Now there is a little guilt because of the first explanation you thought of. You feel guilty for feeling what others might be feeling. What could be true.

Death. A mystery. A confusing time for all. A sad and tragic event. A release for some. A blessing for others. But most of all a new beginning for those still here and for the ones who have passed. Death is inevitable. We all face it. The feelings that come with it are natural and normal and should be embraced.

To those I’ve lost: I miss you. To those I know have passed: May you find peace. And to those who have yet to leave this world: Remember that life is short and tomorrow is not guaranteed.



I ate too much sugar today and now I feel guilty. Granted it was natural sugar from fruit but still. I clearly had too much. Maybe I’ll crash and sleep good.

I hate feeling guilty about food. It’s the worst. Feeling guilty sucks in general but when it involves food it’s even worse. Cause there is nothing you can do about it. You just have to accept it and move on.

That is easier said than done. Moving on. I don’t always know how to accomplish that. I have a tendency to over think everything. So here I’m in the middle of a post feeling like all the work I’ve put in is ruined.

But let’s not allow ourselves to overreact. Let’s focus on reality and remember tomorrow is another day. I’m working hard and making sacrifices to meet my goal. An occasional slip up is expected and can be forgiven.

Work hard tomorrow and stay strong. You can do it.

Toilet paper preperations


How do you prepare your toilet paper?




Everyone has a way they do it every time.

Have you every thought about it?

I personally wrap.  I need to be certain there is the same number of layers between my hand and what I’m wiping.  It’s important for maximum dryness.

Folding is also effective and could fall under the wrapping category.  They are very similar.  Although folding I think requires too much time.  Wrapping is just as effective and fast.

Crumpling just seems too risky.  There is no rhyme or reason and you can’t be certain your hand will stay dry.  I’m just not daring enough to pull that off.

There are somethings I can’t help but contemplate.

Birthday Wishing Pressure


Never before have I ever been so pressured into wishing everyone I ever met (and subsequently friended on a social media site) a happy birthday. I miss the days of when you only had to wish happy birthday to your close friends and relatives. And occasionally a co-worker…depending on your office environment. But now, forget about it. I can’t go one day without being guilted into wishing my husband’s best friend’s cousin happy birthday for fear of being the only one who didn’t.

And if that is not bad enough you are participating in the pressuring too even if you don’t want to. When it’s your birthday there is a cyber elf out there pressuring people to wish you a happy birthday. Can you imagine the horror. I would be so embarrassed if this were happening in the real world. Think about it. One of your office “elfs” (co-workers), you know the one, who will take any excuse to chat it up and gossip about what ever. “Hey Johnny” as the elf shouts across the office, “Did you wish Pat a happy birthday? You know it’s his birthday right? You better wish him happy birthday like the rest of us have.” And at that point everyone feels awkward.

How is it different on social media? Because you know you are getting pity happy birthday wishes. Ones that would never have been made if not for those crazy cyber elfs trying to cheer everyone up with unsolicited greetings. It’s out of control.