I just noticed that when I click on the your icon in my comments section it doesn't send me to your profile because it appears to be protected(?) so I had to wander around a bit to find your blog in my favorites in my browser.
esb- I didn't know about my profile. I think I fixed it. Thanks to all. I have a hard time putting up pictures of myself. A huge self-doubt thing I'm trying to get past.
The last few months, every time I thought about my birthday, I thought about turning 55. Then, one day I realized–I AM 55. What? I’ve never minded my age, never feared getting older. But this whole nope-you’re-already-55-you’ll-be-56 has thrown me for a loop. So, what does one do when they feel like they’ve lost a year? How do you celebrate a birthday? What do you do with this year? I’ve pondered this during the last week, wondering about goals or a theme word for the year. Then, while mindlessly scrolling Instagram reels I saw a clip from an interview with Brene Brown and Oprah. Brene was talking about vulnerability and joy. She told a story about a man who said he was always afraid of the joy-filled moments because he was waiting for something bad to happen. So, he stayed ‘in the middle’, never being too joyful so that if something bad happened, he was ready. If something good happened, it was a nice surprise. Then, in his 60’s he and his wife were in an accident and his wife was
I was looking at the pictures on my laptop, searching for some whimsical or thoughtful picture to post for Wordless Wednesday. What I found was this- Perhaps it's time for a 12 Step Program.
Last weekend I went out with some friends. Beautiful, intelligent, caring women who have recently become a part of my life. I'd been looking forward to this night for weeks . We met, we hugged, we gushed over how good it was to be together again. We sat and in-between talking, ordered, and, somehow consumed, good food. We caught up on our lives and discussed future plans-new homes, campaigns, travel and children. It was glorious. Simply glorious. At the end of the night, as we began, reluctantly, to say our good-byes, everyone whipped out their phones for pictures. We flashed and snapped our happy faces. And, after this amazing evening, with women who clearly care for me and who I am , I looked at the picture and cringed. "Ugh. My hair looks so dumb." I resisted the urge to delete the photo, mainly because it captured this night that I never want to forget. Later, I looked at the picture again. No, my bangs did not look just-out-of-the-salon perfect, but then, they
That's a great picture, the second one.
ReplyDeleteI just noticed that when I click on the your icon in my comments section it doesn't send me to your profile because it appears to be protected(?) so I had to wander around a bit to find your blog in my favorites in my browser.
ReplyDeleteAww! so sweet!
ReplyDeleteSo cute! Good for you! and for them!
ReplyDeleteOh, I miss those days :(. Very cute pic!
ReplyDeleteesb- I didn't know about my profile. I think I fixed it.
ReplyDeleteThanks to all. I have a hard time putting up pictures of myself. A huge self-doubt thing I'm trying to get past.
What a sweet picture. How close are they in age?
ReplyDeleteThey're 11, 8 and 5.
ReplyDeleteI tested your icon and it works correctly now taking me to your profile.
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