Today, I spent hours making a rainbow paper chain to stick in my journal. It was a nice routine of colouring strips of paper, looping and then sticking them together. The sun was shining on me and, occasionally, my cat would purr and brush against me.
Just as I was taping the purple link to the rest of the chain, something occurred to me.
I was making a symbol for my life at the moment. I’m processing all my trauma. I’m trying to build a path that gets me past it all while acknowledging that it happened and my growth.
Classic me and my metaphorical bullshit, but it was a pretty cool feeling.