
looking back on some photos, from chicago. i love that town, i really do. i will be there in a few weeks to do some photo work. love love.
i have seen some of you posting your favorite photos, from the past year. oh, what a wonderful idea. i don't think i would know where to begin, finding my files would be a job, in itself. i get nervous thinking of it. but i do appreciate seeing yours. you all are amazingly talented, behind the lens.
i want to say i've had it together, for the first five days of january, but i think i may still be lethargic, from the festivities of december. true. sigh.
and january arrives for me. hands clenched, hoping the struggles i tend to feel during this month, take a break from visiting me. but here it is. january. and we dance. we appear to be doing the same dance. but different. somehow i gather something, from this dance, this time. could it be strength. might be.
there just comes a time and age where a woman gets tired of being afraid, shacking up with fear. it may be when she looks in the mirror... turns forty, turns twenty, sees her own face in her child's face, looks back and realizes she has lived for everyone, but herself.
my word for last year was sparkle. i loved that word. god knows i sparkled the brightest, during the darkest times.
this year my word is -
real. Definition of real.
a : not artificial, fraudulent, or illusory : genuine <realgold>; also : being precisely what the name implies realprofessional>
b (1) : occurring or existing in actuality
2010 had it's ups and downs. but i'm still standing. and for that i am grateful. there are times this blog holds my down days, my struggles. at times i write about my eyes seeing too much, my heart not feeling enough. and you are there no matter what. shit, what else could a girl ask for. that's
real. i dig that. and i thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
extra love, if you made it through this novel, i wrote. lol
today is filled with baking, homemade chocolate chip cookies. and that makes me so very happy.
one love~