And next year's words await another voice."
--T.S. Eliot
Last night, made up, readying for a night on the town.
This morning, no make-up, cleaning the house, laundry, taking down the tree.
I am happy to report that finally, at 35, I don't have a preference when it comes to these two photographs. Time was, I would have died before showing myself without make-up, but now...this is who I am. And I think she's pretty okay.
So here's to 2012. It's just has to be better that last year. It just has to be.
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