Selfie
I tried taking a new selfie this morning, but every one came out wrong. I looked tired and sad, old, droopy, wrinkly, bloated. Instead of continuing to try, feeling bad about how I looked, being hard on myself, I understood that it was 5 a.m., I am tired and sad, and that does make me look haggard (definition: “looking exhausted and unwell, especially from fatigue, worry, or suffering” — pretty accurate).
So instead I found a self portrait I’d taken earlier in the summer, with Dexter out of frame but happily lounging next to me. I was rested, relaxed, content, at ease, and you can see that in my face. I’m not doing it to deny who I am right now, but rather to remind myself that this is also who I am, still.
Open Space Practice, (AKA: A Thousand Shades of Gray) 
You always look beautiful, dear Jill, because your beautiful soul shines through no matter what. Xoxo
I love you for saying that, Tina ♥
“I’m not doing it to deny who I am right now, but rather to remind myself that this is also who I am, still.” Love your wise words.
♥
I am sorry to hear that you are tired and sad. I hope you’ll soon be rested and glad. Sending you warm thoughts–
Thank you, Rita. Your good wishes are like a long nap ♥