That’s what I’ve been asking myself lately.
Because something unexpected is happening in my home.
And the reason for this shift can be traced back to a single, almost ridiculous purchase.
But we’ll get to that.
Let me start with the contradiction:
I’ve always insisted I was a blue woman. Navy. Slate. Cobalt. Blue felt calm. Responsible. “Grown up.”
But today, as I sit on my pink-sheeted bed, I’m looking at a basket of pink and white peonies on my table… pink velvet-textured towels in the bathroom… a pink rubber bath mat… and soft pink floating flowers I chose to scatter in the bath water.
I’m living in a pink world now.
And the strangest part?
It doesn’t feel foreign. It feels like home.
You might think this was a decorating decision.
It wasn’t.
This all started when I bought something small—something I’d quietly wanted for a while but never gave myself permission to have. And the ripple effect of that choice has completely reoriented how I see myself.
I didn’t expect a $60 purchase to make me feel like a sovereign woman.
I didn’t expect it to become the centerpiece of a new way of being.
But it did.
The bathtub arrived in a box.
A portable one, the kind you set up inside a shower stall. ( My condo doesn’t have tubs, just showers, ugh)
Mason, my neighbor, helped me put it together. I could tell he knew it mattered to me, so he didn’t linger long.
And then I was alone.
Just me… and this unexpected symbol of softness, power, and peace.
I lit a candle.
Turned the lights off.
Played Rachmaninoff.
Sank into hot water with Epsom salts and a pink neck pillow and a glass of wine beside me.
And for the first time in a very long time, I felt a full-body exhale.
Not because someone had gifted me this moment—but because I gave it to myself.
The softness I used to think was silly? It healed me.
The pink I used to avoid? It held me.
Here’s what I’ve learned:
The real secret behind my transformation wasn’t discipline.
It wasn’t manifesting.
It wasn’t even therapy.
It was breath.
One moment. One inhale. One honest desire I finally let myself answer.
Want to start there, too?
I made a free guide called The Daily Breath Ritual.
It’s short. It’s gentle.
And it’s the exact sequence I used to stop spiraling and start softening.
If you’ve ever wondered how to begin again—how to bring beauty back into your body after years of putting yourself last—this is where I started.
And it just might turn your world pink, too.