It was scary pushing that publish button yesterday. It is one thing to have all these thoughts and ideas in her head, but it is another to share them with the world, not that she is expecting others to gather here. She is the one who needs this space, a place to be accountable to what she wants to do. If someone stumbles upon this journal and it helps them in some small way, who is she to stand in the way.
Her forties have been, for the most part, fabulous. She finally found her calling - photography. She has gained bucket loads of confidence through the wielding of her camera. But as she is in the final days of her forties, she realizes she has gone from fabulous to frumpy. Rarely does she put makeup on, or even real pants. An early morning trip to the grocery store in yoga pants, bedhead hair, and a plain face is just fine, or is it?
She wants her fifties to be fresh and alive, full of wonder and excitement. She wants to change from frumpy to fantastic. So with fifty-one days to go until she is fifty, she is going to start putting on make-up every morning before she leaves the house, she will wear real pants whenever she goes out, yoga pants are still fine for around the house, she will act like she matters until she believes it, even if it takes the whole fifty-one days.
