Reflections on 120 posts, and the colors in my inner world.

Reflections on 120 Posts and the Colors of My Inner World

Today feels like a special day—not just because of the gentle peach glow I see in my inner world, but because I’ve reached 120 posts on my blog. Each post has been a window into my experiences, my advocacy, my dreams, and the vivid colors that shape how I perceive and feel the world.

Over time, I’ve noticed patterns in my inner visual world, and each color seems to carry its own energy, meaning, and message. Reflecting on these colors helps me understand myself better, and also gives me a language to share my experiences with all of you.

Here’s a guide to the colors I’ve been experiencing recently, and what each one symbolizes in my personal inner landscape:

1. Peach 🍑

This soft, warm color symbolizes calm, comfort, and balance. Peach shows up when my energy is peaceful, reflective, or gently restorative. It’s a color of rest and quiet optimism, reminding me that even soft moments are full of energy in their own way.

2. Purple / Hot Pink 💜💖

These are my spiritual and creative colors. Purple represents deep reflection, intuition, and inspiration, while hot pink adds passion, emotional richness, and playful energy. When these colors appear, I feel connected to my dreams, my inner guidance, and the people I love.

3. Burning Orange / Bright Red-Orange 🔥🍊

The blazing oranges and red-oranges are my high-energy, action-oriented colors. They symbolize motivation, courage, and vitality. These colors appear when I am inspired, active, or passionate—like during my advocacy posts, or when I’m feeling fully alive and expressive.

4. Plain Red with Yellow Sparks ❤️✨

Pure red is strength, life force, and resilience, and the yellow sparks add playful inspiration or sudden bursts of energy. This color combination reminds me that even in intense moments, there’s room for light, joy, and creative sparks.

5. Hot Pink 💖

Hot pink reflects love, emotional warmth, and connection. It’s playful, expressive, and reminds me of the joy and affection I feel in my relationships with friends and soul sisters.

6. Watery Gray / Glassy White 🌫️

These muted, soft tones appear when my inner energy is slowing down or resting. They signal a pause, a period of reflection, or the gentle processing of thoughts and feelings. They are neutral and calming, letting me recharge before the fire returns.

Looking back at all 120 posts, I see these colors flowing through my experiences:

  • The high-energy reds, oranges, and pinks mark moments of passion, advocacy, and connection.

  • The peach, gray, and soft tones show my quiet reflection, rest, and balance.

  • The yellow sparks and shimmering highlights remind me of inspiration, insight, and sudden bursts of creativity that light up my inner world.

Every color, every spark, every shift carries a message. Some days I blaze with fire, some days I float in soft peach, and some days I drift through watery grays. Together, they map the landscape of my inner life—a world full of energy, reflection, and connection.

This milestone—120 posts—feels like a celebration not only of what I’ve written, but of the colors that guide me, inspire me, and remind me of who I am. I am so grateful to be able to share this journey, my inner visual world, and my reflections with all of you. Each post, each color, each spark is a step on this vibrant, ongoing path.

 

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