
Live life out loud!
That can be hard to do when your entire life has been spent trying to not be the center of attention. When you’ve kept to the shadows, not causing any problems, rarely speaking out, or taking up for myself.
I joke that since I’ve crossed the 50-something threshold, I’ve earned my Grouchy Old Lady card. I can embrace my curmudgeon spirit animal, and finally speak my mind. I can use all those scathing retorts I think of moments after an unpleasant encounter.
I can do all those crazy things I’ve been afraid to try before. I can break out of my shell, and morph into a beautiful, kick-ass, butterfly.
Or, I can just sit over here and read a book.

*Photo Venue: High Museum of Art, Atlanta, GA
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