Over the course of a lifetime, we create many different faces. Not so much to hide, or deceive, but in our quest to discover who we really are, we constantly change and adapt.
When we are children, we try to fit in, so we act a certain way to gain attention from our parents, teachers, our friends. As teens, we morph more often than one of the X-men. We change according how much we want to belong, flickering back and forth until we even confuse ourselves.
As we make our way into adulthood, our confidence begins to grow, we become more comfortable in our skin. We begin to peel away the layers to find our true selves. Beneath all the old masks, a fresh face, ready and open to the world.
I think I’ve finally found who I am…
Thin spiral notebook 
Very wise words – I think life like sculpture is often a process of removal rather than creation
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So true. I like the last layer. Nice at my age to be comfortable in my own skin and not care what others think.
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Such truth in this. And such freedom and relief when the final layer is stripped away and you find you like who you are. That started for me at around 40 and it’s only gotten better. Love how you used this prompt, Tara.
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I have to say, I stumbled upon your blog because the title drew me in with my ridiculous obsession of spiral notebooks – and I’m super glad I did stumble here. You’re quite possibly one of the most refreshing bloggers I’ve read in a long while.
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We noticed that the bark on the newly exposed pines in the woods has turned to ‘copper’. Elsewhere, the birches have split and curled, like onion skins.
We all have layers, some we peel completely back, others we lift occasionally only to retract to safety when we feel too vulnerable.
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