I have a tendency to look to the right when in conversation. It doesn’t mean anything. Habit.
I frown in photos more than I think. Which leads me to think I frown more than I think all the time. It’s not a reaction to anything except needing a new eye prescription.
I believe in miracles and being blessed.
When I look at Beau I wonder how he will see me in twenty years.
How will I see myself in twenty years?
This is how the camera sees me. This is not how I see myself. But it is what it is.
There is beauty in the imperfection. Life is all about imperfection.
At times I think things happen for reasons, mysterious though they may be. Other times I think there is no justice in the world.
I don’t have enough photos of myself as an adult.
Sometimes red toenail polish is the ultimate feel-good.
Life ≠ Work. Work ≠ Life. Repeat. Over and over again.
We all need someone.
You know how some things are so beautiful they make you cry? Sometimes that can be so awkward.
What is it with children and the draw of permanent markers?
Have you ever had someone go on and on about how much they love your name? And you’re thinking, it’s just a nickname for Elizabeth, nothing special about it. Yeah, it makes for a strange conversation. Especially when you don’t really like their name all that much.
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