The color gray sometimes bothers me. Of course not fashionably. But it annoys me when you look at the biggest thing in the environment and it's gray. The color makes everything monotone. The color of the leaves as they change to the crazy reds, oranges, yellows, browns, have to compete against the gray. The gray affects my mood, my efficiency, and ultimately it conflicts with my pursuit of joy. It definitely plays a factor, to see a never ending color of gray rather than that calm blue intersected with whites. Lucky for me, I'm in a room full of brown-glossy paneling, literally. No wonder I never get anything done. Red carpet, brown shelves that look like the wall, at least the books bring some color to the room. Furniture that was considered comfortable in the 60s. A ceiling where counting the dots would take up the day. At least I will be efficient at something. I step into my office and I feel like I just walked into 1975. I've come to realize my joy is affected tremendously by color. Maybe Feng Shui was right, I need a color that spruces up my life. Amazing how a color makes the world of a difference. No wonder I turn all the music off while driving now, too many colors that engage me.
