The colour of bermuda
It’s been some time since I’ve written anything substantial on Hey Georgie, and several events have crawled into my life, making themselves known and making themselves home. I think it’s fair to say that some changes have occurred, and though change was something I completely dreaded during my teenage years, it’s fair to say, like something out of a coming-of-age novel – change is something I have learned to embrace as it has helped me grow and widen my horizons.
If I were to write a note to myself half a decade ago, I would write: the world is not all about just you.
We can be so naïve sometimes, and we can often believe that change is disaster, while at the same time thinking that we can do just one little thing and everything will be completely amazing. We forget the journey in between, and we forget that while everything is not all flowers and sundrops, everything isn’t an avalanche either.
If I think of the last time I thought something was complete disaster, I recall wanting to run out of the country to a quiet town in the middle of nowhere where ice and snow wouldn’t faze me.
However, the way my brain registered things was nothing short of exaggerated. We feel we are invincible, and when something goes wrong, we feel weak and defeated. The impact of the pain feels greater. The feeling is a feeling of letdown and a loss of hope.
I’ve written several poems since the last one I published, Forever Sunrise. I have listed many ideas and my series of posts on my decluttering and minimalism experiences remains only planned, in my head.
It is coming up to the one year anniversary of this teal-and-pink blog design/theme I so fondly named bermuda. Simply named after the Hey Geronimo song of the same name, drawing inspiration from one of their tour posters, I extrapolated the idea and made it my own. What was just a coloured theme became a concept drawn across my blog as a whole, not just the design. My 404 page became a play on the Bermuda Triangle, and I took to using a triangle for icons.
Upon thinking about black-and-white and purely simplistic ideas, I thought the change, at first, was disaster: I would miss this colour scheme, I would recall how hard I worked on it and how proud I was (am) of it – and then the change, in my head, worked its way around, and I knew it might be good.
It was when Nick told me that Andrias said, “It’s the same colour as Georgie’s blog”, referring to Emily’s suitcase, that I thought about it again and realised I had left a visual imprint in someone’s head. It made me smile a little inside. Perhaps it wouldn’t all just be forgotten, and the so-called disaster, was like all disasters we have in our minds – exaggerated, unfortunate scenarios where we think we have failed ourselves.
Yet it is a wonder. We picture something like fear, failure, heartbreak, devastation, and see it coming based on what we know in our minds, but when change happens, and when we do what we do that we know will bring the disaster, it completely disappears.
It just, simply, doesn’t exist. ▲