Monday, January 22, 2018

I took this selfie moments before I began digging our drive way out from the last snow. I sit and look at it now and vaguely recognize myself. I lay here trying to go to sleep pondering over 41 years of life. As a teen I felt 40 was old. You know, it maybe. I maybe old, but I’ve never been a better version of myself as I am now. It’s not the economics nor the veils I cloak myself with. I know who I am. I didn’t recognize myself, because this old face has earned its scars and the stories behind it. Here’s to another 41 years. #BeALion