I Hate Orange

Yep, it’s true. I hate orange. I avoid it unless absolutely necessary. I own very few orange things. A scarf I wear on St. Patrick’s Day, a pad of sticky notes (but I certainly didn’t pay for them), a kitchen unitasker, and an inconsequential embellishment on a sweater that was a gift from a dear friend.

I love several orange things however. Cantaloupe, the Syracuse Orangemen, and especially the glorious Monarch butterfly. As the summer daylight wanes, you can find me scouring the landscape in search of larvae and milkweed. I set up my little butterfly station in my kitchen and I marvel at the life cycle over and over again. I never tire of watching it. Kind of like my own personal version of “Groundhog Day.”


I want to play hooky for a month and just live a saturated Monarch life.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could just press pause on life whenever something glorious is happening? If we could drink it in, slowly, drop by drop without interruption? My life’s pause button would be worn out in mere days.

But we can’t.

So I attempt to slow down, receive the beauty, and repeatedly utter gratitude to the One who gave me the honor. I will press on toward intentional gratitude, even when I don’t feel like it.

What do you do to intentionally slow down? Reflect and share. While I wait, I think I’ll go throw out that orange kitchen unitasker.