Outgrowing my pink

One of the things I enjoy about having a routine is that I am amused with how my routine can sync with other people's routines especially my neighbors' and it makes it like a group dance, everything is in harmony and I have different dance partners depending on which routine I choose for that day. For example, if I wake up early and decide that I want to be in the office before 9am I have a group of people I expect to be waiting with me at the bus stop and another group if I chose to go to work a bit later.

It's been around a couple of months that I have been taking the go-to-work-a-bit-later routine and today I chose to take my go-to-work-early routine. I chanced upon my neighbor and her cute toddler daughter in our condo's elevator. There was one time before, that when we saw each other I was wearing my pink outfit -- pink pants, striped pink and black blouse, and pink shoulder bag; and I think the mom liked the whole ensemble that she couldn't help but tell me it's nice that I was all pink. So today, as like déjà vu, I was wearing my pink outfit again, but in a more subtle version -- same pink pants, floral blouse with beige base, beige hand bag, and pink stud earrings. She first noticed my new short hair though and afterwhich the "pink compliment": she said she liked my whole outfit, she said it's so pink. I told her I have not outgrown my pink. She said I shouldn't have to because "that color is you", as per her words. That made me smile, as a simple conversation like that can be really perceptive. Pink color is usually associated with little girls' clothes and things and usually as girls become ladies their color preference also change to the "mature colors". This made me ponder: why do we need to give up our pink when it suits us fine indeed? Why do we need to give up the child within us when this child makes us see life in an innocent and magical way?

I believe we all each have our own pink, and the question I leave to you is: have you outgrown yours?