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Lime Green

It started with deciding to paint my nails lime green on a cold and rainy evening. The following morning we were able to find someone who was interested in a piece of furniture I had wanted to get rid of for the longest time - it was a purchase fraught with too many bad memories that remained embodied in the piece of wood and glass. It did not have a place in my home or life but there it sat without meaning or purpose for a decade. Later that day after the furniture had found a new home, I pulled out a hot pink coat I have not worn in over a decade and decided it to wear it. We went to a craft store and got myself sketch pad, some pencils and pens so I would have a way to doodle in a structured manner and see how things evolved over time. 

After spending a good hour sketching after we got home, I found myself thinking about a few light fixtures that needed to be updated around the house. It was interesting how a chain of change was triggered by the simple act of wanting to paint my nails green - something I have never done because I think of me as the kind of person who would not do that. And yet when I did, nothing felt off or out of the ordinary - absolutely nothing changed except my desire to see potential for change in areas that had been long stagnated in my life. None of these thigs have any particular consequence but if the momentum lasts something useful will come out of this trigger. 

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