I spend a lazy morning in bed cataloging and deleting the seven hundred or so photos on my phone. Some pictures are accidental blanks, others shots of dinner. I gaze at three years of adventures and memories.
Many pictures are of myself, more often than not in front of the mirror wearing something I had just sewed. After taking the photo, I sent it along to Greg to show him the new hat, antlers, coat, or tail.
I will make a collage from these photos of myself. This exercise is not just for narcissism, as many of these selfies are silly and embarrassing. So I make a time capsule of myself in my early forties for self-effacement and acceptance. Here’s a collage of me at my best, my worst, and most bizarre. Do live your dream.