Every year on my birthday, I post an annual birthday picture. Some of you eagle-eyed readers may have already noticed my new photo because I switched out my sidebar blog photo with it… but here it is.
Me at 42:
If you feel like doing a little clicking, here is 41, 40, 39, 38, 37, and 36.
It’s kind of funny going back in time and comparing the photos — and this serves as a nice reminder for myself to NOT go back to that super dark brown haircolor I had at 36. I feel like over the years I’ve gotten more comfortable in both my skin and my style choices.
With that being said, each year I set up my tripod somewhere around my house and I use my remote shutter to snap away. When I load the photo choices onto my computer, it’s inevitable that I hate them all. My eyes look too tired, or one of them is too squinty, or I gained a few pounds and my face looks too round.
I sit there and beat myself up for all the little bits that make up a human.
Then, I move the photos that I absolutely hate into a “nope” folder and I’m usually left with two or three that are okay. And I look at them a bit and maybe I adjust the lighting on the photo (I NEVER photoshop myself) and I think…okay. I look nice. And I walk away from my computer to do something else, and then I come back later.
And I think, YUP. That’s Me. And I’m great. I’m healthy. And I’m happy.
And I’m 42.
One thought on “42”
Happy birthday! Younger than springtime! You don’t age! You look great. The current hair color does look better! I am that color, too. It makes me feel good.
Have a happy day!