A glass or two of wine tonight led me down the ole memory lane – tearing up at old photos and cringing at old blog posts. It’s been six years since we landed in the land of la la. Two years longer than I lived in Chicago or spent in high school or college.
A lot happens in six years. And a lot can feel like it’s not happening in six years.
I got stuck many, many times. Stuck like thick, muddy clay that’s hard to wash off. When you’re in it, you. are. in. it. Like there is no way to get it out of your skin. And it hurts, especially when it’s there too long. But slowly, excruciatingly slowly sometimes, the crap starts to clear and one day you realize it’s washing out. And then days, or years later, you realize it’s gone and it was exfoliating. You shed some stuff that needed to be shed and you’re renewed because of it.
The muck can suck. But what skin doesn’t need some exfoliating from time to time?