This is what I used to look like, circa 1992. Needless to say, I am about 20 lbs. heavier and 22 years older. My hair is turning silver and my dimples are now visible laugh lines.
The moment this photo was taken, I was 18, still cute, in love and ready to take on the world. I could not imagine what the next 22 years had in store for me. A break-up and make-up, marriage, death, two children, good health, not so good health, autism and lets even throw in a natural disaster (Hurricane Katrina).
I have learned so much and forgotten even more. I've finally accepted that I am an introvert and people typically bore me. I love reading and watching horror movies (b/c in the end I know that shit just isn't real). Probably, I come across as an "Odd Bird". Any day of the week, I would rather spend all day reading or hanging in a library than going shopping. I used to mentally beat myself up, b/c I felt like I wasn't normal. However, the journey I've been on with "T" (Tyler, my youngest son), most of the time I was thinking how can I help him and the whole time he was helping me. Because of "T", I learned patience, calmness, an ability to see and learn differently and most important, that I'm not "so special". He is.
