5.20.2015

Thirty Two.


Thirty two looks like this. Three grey hairs, and one white eyebrow hair, still getting carded at every bar, and perfect laugh lines around my eyes. Waking up to my loving husband softly singing Happy Birthday. A cat instead of a child. Three careers in three decades. A Masters in Global Health that I use to volunteer with. A bad habit I've had since kindergarten and an obsession with eating anything potatoes.

I am the type of person who has to remind herself to put deodorant on every day. and shoes every time I leave the house. You will always find me with a pencil or paintbrush in my hair, my phone in my back pocket, and my Pentax around my neck everywhere I go. My average week may seem strange to most. It's a mix of talking to my best girlfriends who include my mother on a daily basis. I facilitate an international organization with their health programming which includes talking to doctors, and public health professionals on a weekly basis assisting with developing a health model and health surveys. As a full-time artist, I find myself painting on the floor of my studio, constantly taking photos of the world around me, and desperately missing the blazing sun I grew up underneath in Florida. I chat with brides and grooms weekly about love and planning their celebration with family and friends and pinch myself that I get paid to tell their love stories with the beautiful medium of film. I like my coffee black and my cappuccinos dry and on the double. I just hired an assistant for the summer which makes me feel like a real grown-up. The most recent thing I cried about was a wild fox eating one of the baby geese in our backyard. If I could be anywhere right now, I'd love to be in Florida eating a vanilla Publix birthday cake in my Mom's backyard in my bathing suit. 

The thing I treasure the most is the love of my life. and that he found me. and that I get to spend this entire lifetime with him. Thirty two looks like the luckiest girl in the world. 



Photo by Carbon Copy Studios