Sometimes, when I catch a glimpse of my reflection, my thoughts drift to moments in my past. Times of joy, times of sorrow, times of anger … and of hope.
A small, transparent piece of my life, captured for all the word to see. But do they?
Does anyone really see ‘me’? Do they know or even care what’s behind my smile?
I’ve encountered some incredible experiences in my 34+ trips around the sun, and I’ve stumbled through a few adversities along the way, too.
When I look at my reflection, I long to see the young, head-strong, ambitious girl. Instead, a tired, middle-aged woman stares back at me, begging to shed the cloak of uncertainty weighing heavily on her shoulders.
My hands have spent many moons putting pen to paper. A creative outlet I discovered as a child to express the thoughts in my head and feelings in my heart. A talent I’ve leveraged for my entire professional career, but only recently allowed time for again in my personal life.
I’m anxious to discover how ‘Behind the Looking Glass’ manifests over time and to learn the impact that writing about my life and experiences has on myself and those who read along.