I saw a photo of myself the other day. I was sitting a boat - my hair blowing in the wind. It was a beautiful day - blue, blue sky - water as clear and smooth as glass. I was with my sister. We were having a wonderful day together. I felt just like a little girl.
I am always so surprised when I see a photo of myself. I expect to see the young, dark-haired girl I always am in my minds eye. Lately, I see a mature, middle-aged woman with white hair.....still pretty - but in a really grown-up way that always reminds me of my mother (gasp).
I am definitely old enough (53!?) to have white hair -(it all started with the random strand in my early teens) - it's just that I never think of myself as any older than 21. I don't feel any older really.
This blog is about life, beauty, change.
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