Nine posts in September. A measly nine posts. I've wanted to do more,
believe you me, but when you're a slave to your partner's schedule, you
take what you're given. This whole relying on Paul to take my pictures
has got me thinking about my independence - or lack there of. I have a
tripod, stored away somewhere unused due to the absence of confidence.
There's just something about setting up my camera and posing in front of
it all by myself that frightens me more than heights. Props to all those that
do this, how envious of your determination and courage I am! It's just left
me feeling a little dependent. I believe this is irking me because I was
raised by a strong, independent mother who always taught me to rely
on myself and not others for what I want. Create my own dreams
rather than wait for them to come to me. Still, with all this in mind
my tripod remains untouched, my timidness continues, and there's
the realization I'm no Nellie McClung. I'm no heroine, I'm more like
the doubtful best friend. Sigh. I want to be the heroine of my life.
So, how does one become fearless and in control? Where's the how-
to for dummy's when you need it? Would there even be such a thing?
I'm pretty sure I said before that bare-leg season is done. How wrong I
was! This is good news though. Now my pasty legs, that despite spending
plenty of time outside this summer remained remarkably pale, can get
some last minute sun. Soon enough I'll be Randy from A Christmas Story
and only my nose and the apples of my cheeks will be exposed to receive
the needed Vitamin D. But for now the options for layering are endless.
I was a little too warm in this cozy wool sweater but my heart was set
on this outfit - an outfit that made me feel as if I should be at the front
of the class teaching a bunch of kindergartners. All I needed was a
delicious, deep-red apple. 'Cause you know, teachers walk around with
apples in their hands. Proven fact. I don't know about you but when I
think of apples my mind goes to the evil stepmother in Snow White, not
kind, happy-go-lucky teachers. That and apple crisp. Nothing beats hot-
out-of-the-oven apple crisp with vanilla ice cream. Not much anyways.
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