I’ve been taking way more pictures of myself than usual lately, since my husband’s been out of the state a lot these past couple of weeks. And I’ve had to sort through tons of pictures of me, for various book review and author interview sites*, which is kinda weird. EVEN WEIRDER; I actually have a sizable number of pictures of me that I actually like. Like… I just spent 2 hours sorting and editing photos and I feel…beautiful. And I don’t even know how to use photoshop :p And that is not usually how I feel after perusing pictures of myself.

Interesting O_o

*note: these are in most cases not the shots I’m giving to author review sites.

I think there’s some deep widsom here that I’m still too dense to catch.
I’m reading this book called “Secrets You Keep From Yourself”….VERY SLOWLY…and it’s mostly about how we sabotage our own happiness and success with these weird subconscious controls we throw anytime our life starts to break away from patterns and paradigms that we learned defined us and reality as small children.
I’m more and more convinced this is true for me, but still processing whether or not people can really CHANGE this about themselves by knowing it, or if, like…you just go nuts because you’re aware of it.

I think there’s some deep widsom here that I’m still too dense to catch.

I’m reading this book called “Secrets You Keep From Yourself”….VERY SLOWLY…and it’s mostly about how we sabotage our own happiness and success with these weird subconscious controls we throw anytime our life starts to break away from patterns and paradigms that we learned defined us and reality as small children.

I’m more and more convinced this is true for me, but still processing whether or not people can really CHANGE this about themselves by knowing it, or if, like…you just go nuts because you’re aware of it.

(Source: perfectionwithinimperfection)