Today, at 3:47am, I turned 45 years old. 45 is an interesting age. It’s somewhere between “I can see my whole life in front of me” and “where did I leave my bifocals?” Even without glasses, I can see 50 pretty clearly from here.
Yet my age
feels strangely comfortable to me. At 45, I care more about people, and
less about what they think of me. I have stopped trying to “find
myself,” and started creating myself. At 45, the gap between who I want
to be and who I am, is getting smaller.
This year, I’ve decided to embrace my 45ness. I will take one picture
every day that I am 45 years old, and post the photos on my blog. My
hope: to capture one special moment every day that celebrates what it's