If the pursuit of your life is to be normal well then God bless you. The last time I checked no consensus could be found on what normal is yet getting there remains a lofty seemingly honorable goal.
I will settle for being reasonably happy a majority of the time. As I have discovered and discussed on this blog I am NOT Type A.
I am smart but I am not persnickety. I can pay attention to details without going over board.
One of the things keeping me happy is being able to dance to the beat of my own inner drummer and go at my own pace.
I am a night owl who prefers staying in to getting out the door early.
I really prefer all meetings and events to be scheduled after lunch. 2pm is a perfect time of day. Sadly some events just don’t fit on my perfect time line.
Another thing that is a long standing issue with me which I have also shared here on the blog is that I can be (late) aka tardy to the party.
All this strolling along at my own pace often pays off in ways I could never have expected. Case in point this picture.
That dark short figure is yours truly. The women above and behind me are the moms from the mom group I was in that was supposed to all meet at the same time for a photo shoot…
That day worked my nerves. I am already brown. The last thing I wanted was a brown shirt. Then there was the idea of getting my hair and make up ready for a photo shoot that started earlier than I wanted to be there. Add to that the idea of arriving only to have to take off whatever shirt I was wearing and put on a t-shirt with a standard neck. EKE!
I thought about wearing jeans but I wear brown so seldom that I was thinking khaki or tan for some reason.
Many of our pictures only made the cutting room floor. I know much of that is normal.
When I arrived the shoot was wrapping up. The photographer still needed some small group shots. That is how I was roped into the deal of being on display. In another life I could be a model.
In this one we need a step stool to get me fully above the fold. I wish I had the picture as an online file instead of just snap shots from the newspaper page that I keep.
In memory of mi vida loca photo shoot.