LIFE COMES AT YOU IN PURPLE WAVES

 

Life doesn’t always knock. Sometimes it crashes in—unexpected, fierce, like a wave colored deep purple. Not the kind that drowns you, but the kind that demands you rise, float, and find your rhythm in the chaos.

Purple has always felt like my shade—rich with experience, shadowed by mystery, but always laced with light. It speaks of depth, transformation, and a kind of strength that grows quietly beneath the surface. I’ve lived through moments that stretched me—seasons of grief, uncertainty, and reinvention. Each wave felt heavy, but carried lessons in its undertow.

There was a time I believed stability came from structure—a predictable path. But life had other plans. It broke routines and challenged everything I thought I knew about myself. When life handed me something I never expected, when my career shifted, when silence filled spaces where I once felt heard—that’s when I began to understand the hues of purple. They taught me resilience. When to adapt. When to rest. How to redefine success—not by comparison, but by compassion.

And maybe one reason I’ve always been drawn to purple is because it carries within it a wide spectrum of shades—lilac, violet, mauve, plum. Soft or bold, light or dark. There’s safety in that. I’ve never liked being boxed in, never liked picking just one thing. Decisions feel too final sometimes. But purple... purple gives me range. It gives me space to feel, to change, to exist in the in-between. It’s a color that understands what it means to hold multitudes.

Still, in all that purple, there’s always been a touch of pink.

Pink is the softness I hold onto. It’s creativity in bloom, joy in the little things, the inner child who still believes in wonder. It shows up in my art—in floral prints and glowing smiles, in digital dreams and playful fonts. It tempers the depth of purple with tenderness. A reminder that even in my strength, I get to be soft. I get to be joyful. I get to create.

Every stage of life has painted me a different shade. From burnt-out days in the office to long hours perfecting a digital illustration. From the quiet thrill of uploading a new design to the vulnerable moments of sharing my story, each has added color. Some more vivid, some more muted. But all mine.

And maybe that’s what life is: waves of purple rolling in, sometimes crashing, dancing. And through it all, a soft pink thread… my joy, my art… my voice, woven through the tides, reminding me who I am.

So here I stand, no longer afraid of the waves. Not because they’ve stopped coming, but because I’ve learned to ride them, with grace, with color, and always, always with heart.