Can you picture it?
Kinda Hippie meets gypsy. Cowgirl meets beatnik. All peace and love ready for new places and high adventure. It’s what I am at the core of my being.
When I picture myself in my mind’s eye, I see something like this:
Or even this…
But certainly not the frumpy old woman who stares back at me from the mirror. I don’t know what happened. How the me of my inside got lost in the translation on the outside. I mean, I know I’m not 20 something anymore, but can’t an “older” woman pull off a similar look – adjusted for the years?
You know the old saying “don’t judge a book by its cover.” Well that’s me for sure. The “story” of me is not reflected in what you see as you pluck my volume from the bookshelf. It would be like pulling down a worn, beige, blah-looking book called “The Chronicles of Boring” and opening it only to find a most exciting heroine who flits from one amazing adventure to the next.
I so want the outside of me to reflect what’s inside.
I need a make-over. A top to bottom complete makeover. On the outside. I’m reasonably pleased with the me on the inside. Reasonably. There’s still a little work to do there, as well. I’ll add it to the list. Right after getting the house and garden restored to order, and all the other projects that are stacked up.
I crack myself up.