Purple Shirt
Dear Readers,
The other day, my friend and I walked by a little clothing stand run by this woman who makes skirts and shirts. The clothes had a bit of a vintage feel and this woman took pride in making them herself. My friend is crafty and likes thrifting, so this stand was right up her alley.
She loved the shirts there, the different colors, flowy and sheer. She was deciding which color shirt to get.
There was one purple shirt that was very much her style; it reminded me of her. The color and pattern matched her vibe well, a dark purple with polka dots, old fashioned and unique. It spoke to her. There was also a black shirt that was very cute and classy, it seemed like a staple, the “safer” option, she said.
She decided to get the black shirt. She tried to bargain with the lady for both, but the lady didn’t budge so she just got the black shirt.
She was excited about the black shirt as we left, but later at breakfast, she said “I really liked that purple shirt.” She debated going back for it but decided not to depending on how much she wore the black shirt. She figured if that woman is still there a little while from now, maybe she could go back for it.
I ended up passing the lady’s stand later on as I walked home and got the purple shirt because I knew that deep down my friend wanted it.
I think many of us have this experience of wondering what if, what could have been, or what could be.
Maybe we’re not always sure what to hold onto and what to let go of.
Sometimes, you don’t know that you want the purple shirt until you leave with the black shirt imagining yourself wearing purple.
Oftentimes we follow our gut and hope that it steers us right. It often does.
Even when we wonder what could have been, we can trust that if it was meant to, it would have, or will be. We can’t go back in time, but can always look ahead.
Remember that even if the black shirt was the right decision at the time, that purple shirt could always reappear. Maybe one day, when you’re least expecting it, you’ll see purple again.
Love,
Samantha
