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My mom sent me an email on Friday with a baby photo of me. No comments. Just a photo. I used Photobooth to try to recreate the same pose in my adult state, and I sent it back to her. She replied back saying that the baby photo was one of her favorites, and it was taken after my dad had just given me a bath. She also told me that she loved my eyes so much, and that I hadn't changed at all.
I look at both of these photos, and I realized that she's right. A lot of me has not changed at all. I think my eyes have, though!
The past few months have been intense, and sometimes I still feel like I'm a baby, caught in the glare of a photographer's flash, dumbfounded as to how to react, except through tears from fears. I feel like I'm still only allowing life to happen, instead of forcing my own changes. Granted, this is merely a gross generalization of what's been happening, but there is that desire for simplicity.
As much as I love the complexities of adulthood, sometimes it's just a bitch.
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| | Posted 3/17/2008 1:36 AM - 266 views - 13 comments
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