You're soaking in it
It's not easy reading your own words
Writing this blog is not an easy thing to do. At first, I thought it would be easy and something I just did to express my inner thoughts outwardly, but I find myself still wrestling with expressing my "inner voice" to an “outside world.” I get all insecure, and sometimes I just say “fuck it” and click “publish” despite all my fear. I secretly enjoy that a little. Shh! Don't tell anyone.
And showing my face in public
Okay, by a show of hands, how many of you are turning 46 this year and still can't stand to see your own picture? Pick me! Because I have to get over it, here are a bunch of pictures of me. Sober-me. Afraid-me. No hiding behind the joke or the laughter-me... All forms of “me,” father-me, husband-me, shopping-at-Target-me, and uncomfortable-selfie-me. I want to NOT BE uncomfortable about them. I want to NOT feel like “mrrrrr, ewhwhw, and hruphnen” (it's my blog, I can make up my own words if I want to) about doing it, but I know I will... Here it goes. It's not pretty. I warned you...
Looking at the truth
The truth is that this is all me: A 45-year-old man who woke up at 42 years old and had to change his direction. It wasn't a mid-life crisis. I think it was just a regular old-fashioned crisis. :) And to be honest, I am glad it all happened. I know I started this article off talking about fear, but as I have uploaded these pics and reread this post... I'm not that afraid after all... I just have to “hit publish!” more often than I used to.
