No, I don’t feel like I can pull an Alicia Keys and go 100% natural all the time, but I’m doing the best I can. Instead of sorting through photos to find the ones in which I look my very best, I’ve started accepting pictures of me enjoying the moment. I’ve concluded that wild animals and mosquitoes don’t care about how I look. And I’ve chosen to listen to my encouraging husband when he pulls me into his arms and calls me beautiful, wrinkles and all.
Accepting the Unexpected Journey
Learning Through Life's Complexities