My sister took this picture of me on a photo trip last year to New Orleans.
I didn’t even realize she took it at the time, but, I love that she did. There are only a handful of pictures of me in existence, actually! Ha. I am so often the one taking the photos that I hardly creep into them myself. But this one… this is me, and it’s a me I don’t want to forget. Who I am when I’m with my sisters, my mom. Who I am in faded jeans and a camera in my hand. Who I am sitting on a curb, with long hair, in a city that is full of life. I am this girl, but she doesn’t have center stage anymore.
Nice to know she’s still there, though.
Funny, five or ten years ago, I would have agonized over her. I would have fretted over her frequent absences. But I get it now. Thank goodness! Who needs all that angst and panic?
This girl is still here, she pops in when it’s convenient. I’ve got a dozen WonderGirls and they all get a turn eventually. Nothing to worry over– quite the opposite. I can just wait, and enjoy the revolving door. Took a while to figure that one out, but I’m so glad I did.
I do love the perspective of your mid-to-late 30’s. It’s just… cool. It’s a relief, after the uncertainty of the 20’s.
Okay, I gotta go make some lunch magic. Y’all have a good weekend!