When I was op shop shopping in Gold Coast, a lady asked me whether I was a ‘silver or gold person’. To her astonishment, I replied “Neither. I’m a colour person.’Last year was probably the toughest year of my life, yet. I struggled with trying to keep up with every commitment I used to have before motherhood, only this time round, with a bub and sleep deprivation. When all the balls were starting to tumble, I remember the days to be long and dark, just like my outfits.Not that there’s anything wrong with wearing black (let’s face it, black will always be the ‘new black’, it is still the chic-est colour ever, and this is Melbourne after all!) but perhaps one requires more courage and boldness to step out in rainbow-hued ensembles? I certainly found that it was only when the inner issues were dealt with, namely emotional eating and grumbling, that I was fully able to embrace colour again. It wasn’t will power, it wasn’t inspirational quotes, it wasn’t even habit changes. It was a renewal of mind and a change of heart. It wasn’t me. It was God. He transformed me. He turned my darkness into light, despair into hope, fear into joy, for He promised that He has “come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” And I’ve been enjoying wearing colour ever since!