It has finally arrived. My 35th birthday. With apprehension, and perhaps a little bit of fear.
For some reason, turning thirty-five feels HUGE.
There are so many things I thought I would have accomplished at this point in my life. So many things I figured I would have done by now. Empty expectations for myself, and unmet goals. Lots of them.
I realize that there is no timeline that governs life. The truth is, good or bad, I move along at the pace that is right for me. I will do all the things I want to, when the time is right for me. And, I’m the only one who can decide when that is.
The truth is, I have accomplished a lot in thirty-five years. Much more than I let myself believe.
So, despite my inability to finish anything I start I have decided to begin a 365 day self-portrait project. I would like to prove to myself that I can finish it. I know it won’t be easy, but I am going to give it my best. I will be posting all of the shots here.
(I have to thank the great people I work with, for the hat and balloon. It was a surprise that put a smile on my face yesterday, after a long week at work. They also made great props for these self portraits.)