The Real Slim Shady

I've been reading Girl's Gone Child for somewhere in the neighborhood of 5 years~ long enough to see Archer come out of his self imposed silence and watch Fable born to blossom into a beautifully headstrong mini version of her mother.  Rebecca Woolf is a genuine and talented writer.  She's the kind of girl you want to spend a day with~ shopping, lunching, walking ~ or have drinks with, or even just sit around swapping stories with.

Some time last year she posted a photo of herself au natural...no make up, no pretention, no apologies.  I filed the thought of doing the same in a hidden corner of my brain~ saving it for a rainy day.

If you were around for my birthday last year, then you already know I'm a mountain from a mole hill maker because Haaaay!  It's my birthday!  Which means the month of April is mine.  I'm told that I am hitting a milestone age this year, so let me just go ahead and admit I'm very likely to start celebrating in March.  Or tomorrow. 

For now I'm embracing the challenge of sharing the me that I wake up to in the morning. The me that sometimes needs a little help in the sight department.  The me who owns my years and loves the lines that have come both from laughter and tears.   The me who knows puckering up to life is the only perpetual first kiss.

Dear 40,

Bring it on.

Love,

Juls