It’s surprising to see yourself on film. The wrinkles…ok ok, the laugh lines. The not-so-young-looking version of you that everyone else sees daily, but you? Not so much. I was shocked to see the aged face, but then I took a closer look. Of course, I had to put my glasses on first to take that look, but then? I saw. I saw every line and remembered. The lines, the deep creases around my eyes and my mouth and the sides of my nose, well. Those are beautiful. Every one of them was earned rightly through laughter and joy, and many times wretched tears and sorrow. But they’re mine, and they each tell a story.
Please love your stories. They’re all yours. And they’re beautiful.