Quarantine Makeover

A thought that I have continued to come across with all of the news and confusion of the day, the lives lost; what was their story? You are the only one who can speak to your emotions. Only you can describe how something makes you feel. This is the human experience.

It’s sort of a morbid thing, but what happens to your legacy, your story, when you die? If you aren’t there to shape it, others will do it for you, so it is important to have a role in how your story unfolds from your point of view.

I am guilty of not taking the time to post, reach out to friends, comment, and just be present. So here is the challenge I am presenting myself. My Quarantine makeover. I am going to try to post on my blog at least 3 times a week. This is my space. I should use it.

Erika, our foster dog, Foxxy, and myself. Walking at the lake.

I hate posting pictures of myself, but I am going to try to do more of that too. I think in 10 years I will be glad I did.