One day I was trying to think of a new direction for my blog. Originally I intended it to be about collecting art and social media, but recent events have put me on a new path. I still enjoy browsing through galleries or stalking my fave celebs (cough, Kylie, cough), but what I really want to focus on is writing. The aspect of sharing my thoughts during this pivotal point in my life is important. They say your teen years are the toughest of your life, but I think whoever “they” are must-have skipped their twenties.
What’s up with the Blu Jay, you ask?
For anyone who knows me; people call me Jay. Actually, it’s probably a small portion of people from high school who call me that, nonetheless, it’s been a nickname of mine. Here’s where the Blu part comes in. All my life I’ve felt like I’m someone who’s had an undertone of sadness. Not necessarily depressed – although I’ve had my moments – I’ve never felt like a super happy-go-lucky kinda gal. Blue is the color I use to describe my constant state of melancholy. Plus, it’s always been my favorite color. And my eyes are blue.
In recent months though, I’ve come to think of it as a color of warmth since my attitude has shifted. A new outlook on life is on my horizon. The depression blues have turned into a warm summer ocean blue that wants to hug you when you jump in. It encompasses the old me, the new me, the future me, and the Blu me! Okay sorry, I had to.
And then, of course, put two and two together and what do you get? FIVE! But also a type of bird that symbolizes everything I am at this moment. Plus, I’m a bird brain at times.
Cue: THOUGHTS OF A BLU JAY
P.S. Blu Jays 💙cardinals.
^^ Blu Jay