The yellow dress of happiness is a real thing. It is my favorite dress and was purchased at a Goodwill for $7.99. When I wear it, I feel beautiful. The design is simple: fitted bust with spaghetti straps and a loose skirt. It is a very feminine shape, but it also shows my tattoos and unshaved armpits. It makes me feel like myself. I think that it is the color that I love most about it.
But I don’t really want to talk to you about a dress. This is more about how we lose sight of the importance of our basic senses. The world is a very sensual place. We are constantly bombarded with visual stimuli, food options, and store upon store with mountains of clothes to sift through in search of just the right thing. Perfume counters offer seemingly endless varieties of scents.
We learn to tune it all out. Or at least, we often try to narrow our focus. We have jobs, families, friends, partners, pets, and whatever else. We are busy.
However, I spend much of my time trying to absorb details. Citrus yellow makes me feel radiant. Typing on keys that are slick and get oily with use feels better than matte finish keys. The tang of pineapple juice mixed with orange makes me crave sunshine. To kiss someone slowly and mean it feels like a decadent ecstasy.
I cannot always tell you that I am invested in the business of life, but I can assure you that I am always experiencing the sensations of my world. I am alive to it. When it is so easy to flounder and flub and second guess because our lives are confusing places to inhabit, I will always fall back on small, deliberate joys.