When we started our travels August 1st 2019, we had created a walk-in closet in the back of the living room. Downsizing was tough enough, so I at least had to hold on to something that was dear to me: My rather large assortment of clothes...well and shoes! One has to travel in style, you know. The back of the trailer when we originally started to renovate. BEFORE we ever put in the walk-in closet. Then came the finished walk-in closet that didn't survive. In order to house these clothes and all, Joe had to build a clothes rack, that stretched from wall to wall. Then we also had brought 2 dressers from our previous home, for that space. It was a good set up because it was all situated under the king sized loft, that was above. This loft was then used as additional storage space. Well the rough Texas highways did a number on this construction. First, half of the above loft partially collapsed. Joe fixed it by reinforcing the structure....
Unreal. That's the word that comes to mind when reflecting back on 2024, but especially the Christmas season in Florida. I received an unexpected and beautiful Christmas letter from my daughter across the country. The words that struck me the most were about her family tradition memories growing up. Some of the delicious cookies we used to make included a German recipe passed down from my Mom. Two cookies pressed together, held together by a thin layer of cherry jam and topped off with homemade frosting. It was a torturous process that I always dreaded, but because the end result was too delicious, I endured the work. But in all honesty, the memories it brought back of my childhood in Germany and my childhood home were equally important. One tradition that I created was to go on evening drives in random neighborhoods to find the prettiest light spectacles to take in. The kids sitting in the backseat, chattering, laughing, and Christmas music playing on the radio. It felt goo...
As I get older, I’ve come to many realizations. With my body changing and the digits of each birthday rising, it’s become clear that I’m well past the halfway marker of my life. This scares me. Am I supposed to be at the highest achievement point now, where all my goals have been met and I can proudly announce to the world that I have arrived? I must have missed the handing out of the life handbook with all the “how-to and by-when” chapters. So, in the meantime, I’m doing me. While I have no control over most things that go on around me, I know that I am definitely the captain of my own ship—and I’d better steer it in the right direction! Can a middle-aged woman with many optical imperfections become a model? But really, the deeper question is: Can we be whatever we set our minds and intentions to be? The answer is yes. Absolutely. About three years ago, I had the idea to Google “mature model agencies near me.” There was no moment of hesitation, because when I ...
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