The me in my head was awkward, odd, inferior to others, and a wretch to God. Now when I look at those photos, I see someone loveable who was me.
In the notebook
🪷On looking at my childhood photos
recent reflections upon encountering old photo albums
In the notebook
It's kinda weird looking back, isn't it? I've been doing some of that myself. The paths to the people we are today haven't exactly been straight and smooth, have they? 🤣✨