I’m going to start off with a silly tidbit. Humor me. The past few years, I went from loving the color pink and living it to loving and living the color orange. It’s actually not a silly tidbit. Colors have deep meaning for many of us.
As a New Yorker, I grew up wearing and loving the color black. New Yorkers wear black all the time. Even in the summer.
Then the past decade I started playing with wardrobe colors. I came to embrace the pinkness of life. Joy. Sillyness. Mirth. Hopping and skipping. Now, while still a lover of pink, I have taken on the color orange.
Orange was the favorite color of a dear friend who died. In some ways I honor her spirit of embracing life, by wearing orange. To me orange is about an active passion. I refer to it as from passion to profit. And by profit I don’t necessarily mean financial profit. I mean emotional profit. Spiritual profit.
The orange color is voluminous and filling.
Categories: Culture, identity, Leadership, mental health, new york, photography, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
Oh I adore this orange photo. I’m glad that you can wear orange to honor your friend 😀 😀
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Thank you so much!
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Used to Love Orange Now
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In Jumpsuits Visiting Karma
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New Yorker here … black, yup. But maybe with a splash of pink or orange or yellow or blue or green!
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Hear hear! 🙂
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enjoyed your post. Thanks.
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Fun post. 🙂
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Thanks. Cheers
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Orange! My favorite color! As you might guess from my orange keychain, orange car, orange watchband, orange watch face, orange bathrobe, and, frequently, orange shirts …
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Hahaha. Love it
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When I went to Houston, Texas to visit my grandson, we went to the Orange Show there, which was a park filled with orange sculptures. Very unique.
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Oh wow. Seems very cool
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