That Woman in the Photo
That's me, y'all. Me! And even though it was taken over 5 years ago, that photo always, always, always lifts my mood. And reminds me who I am. And what I am capable of. Because in that moment, y'all. That moment... That woman was the happiest she'd been her entire life. And you can see it. Prolly even feel it, if you look hard enough and squint slightly to the left...
It's why I've chosen this photo as sort of my brand - not that I really have or want anything like that... But this photo represents everything that I am. And everything that I want to feel every day. I want to awaken each morning with the sense of freedom and joy and peace that the woman in the photo felt. I want to approach the great uncertainty and unknown of each moment of each day with the ferocity, courage, and faith that she exudes.
She reminds me to choose to do just that. Every time I see this photo, I can't help but smile at the memory of the moment. It wasn't about where I was at the time - although ayurvedic retreats in Spain may have this type of effect on folk. It wasn't about who I was with, as I'd traveled alone and spent much of the week alone and in silence. But I smile at her because she was happy. Truly, deeply, powerfully happy. For the first freaking time in her 37 years on this planet. Me. Happy.
I looked at that woman today. Really looked at her. I saw her. I felt her. I remembered her. And yes, she really was the happiest she'd been up until that point, but I tell y'all... she had no idea what was ahead.