A study in being frustrated (and the colours of emotions)
Green is a versatile colour.
It's the colour of grass, the smell of spring, the colour of plants and calm and rejuvenation and all things new.
It's also the colour of jealousy. Of beady eyed monsters and clawing frustration. It's innocent and pure and beautiful but it's also the feeling of the scraping loss of your cool as you desperately try to cling to the calm plush blue of optimism.
Green isn't bad, but the buzzing under your skin as it turns yellow and acrid and as the heat of anger taints it and turns it into swallowed razor blades that prick behind your tongue; words you think to release the pungent pressure of unfairness but refuse to say.
Green is beautiful, but frustration is not. And it's a pressure behind your chest of sprints you can't run and goalposts that don't stay put and a list you shrink only for it to spring back up.
Don't think of the deep green of seeded anger you don't want to grow. Think of grass. Think of sunlight between leaves. Think of small creatures helping our planet under the breeze.
Think of all the good things green was before they compressed it and pressurised it into the monster they tried to make it become.
Think of green as it deserves to be.
Feel green again. 🌿🌱