Yonah’s back was to her. What was he reading? She peered over his shoulder. Oh… boy

“IF

your life were a color right now, what would it be? And after you’ve written about that, describe the color you wish it could be.”

Golda looked around surreptitiously. No one was really going to write about this, were they?

She watched the women pick up their pens and studiously begin scratching away. Oh. They were. Well then. Top ten things Golda Rosen never thought about in her life: what color it would be described as. And honestly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to start now. But here she was, at Soul Writers. Writing about colors.

Reizy Polotchik, the hostess, smiled at her. “Sometimes,” she said in a low voice, so as not to disturb the rest of the women, “the best thing to do is to lean in.”

Golda blushed. Was her disdain that obvious? “Sorry,” she whispered back. “I don’t think I’m much of a writer.”

Reizy laughed quietly. “No one ever is. Don’t worry. Just let your instincts take over and write until the buzzer sounds.”

Golda couldn’t imagine less helpful advice had ever been given in the history of mankind. But then she felt a twinge of guilt. She was here, she might as well give it her all.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath in and let it out. Color, color. If her life was a color….

Eyes still closed, she tried to empty her mind of all thought. Except that she really needed to call Gita about the mortgage papers… nope, no, empty mind. Empty mind.

Green.

Green. Her life was green.

Okay, then.

Color her surprised. Pun intended.