My inspiration for this record of my days:

“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” -Anna Quindlen

Tuesday, September 29, 2020

My Self Portrait (circa 2005)


I know this doesn’t look much like a self-portrait, in the typical sense, but this is a visual representation of how I see myself and my life.

At my core, I am straight and steady. To me, brown like strength, but not rigidity. My roots reach down deep, and my mind is always reaching upward, trying to grow toward the light.

The colorful limbs that grow out to the side are my life experiences. They are beautiful and colorful and move in unexpected ways. I am constantly changing and evolving, and the variety of those changes adds to my strength and my beauty.

I don't claim to be artist, but when I look at my life from this perspective, it looks like a masterpiece to me.


 

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