Day 14: A picture of you last year – how have you changed?

This is not my favorite post. First of all, it is hard to find a picture of myself, since I am usually the one behind the camera. Second, it is pretty boring. My hair gets shorter, my hair gets longer, my chins get more pronounced, but I don't change all that much. So it isn't very dramatic. The one picture I found from last year was from the day my friend in cosmetology school spent many hours trying to get my recalcitrant hair to curl. We wanted proof that it did happen, but in the picture, the curl is already falling out.

Why " A Prismatic Life' Anyway? What is that about?

My life--and my entire personality--is made up of many contrasting (and even contradictory) elements. This can get a little confusing for the people around me--how is it possible for me to be BOTH shy and outgoing, clever and obtuse, etc, etc, ect.

Once, when I was in college, I was lamenting this to my dear roommate (I believe that the conversation included something along the lines of "how can I be so many things at the same time--maybe I'm schizophrenic!" --and yes, I believe it was around the time I was taking psychology classes.)

My dear, wise, poetess roomie lovingly said "You are a prism, with many, many facets--you change as the light moves. No one color is more important than another, and you would not be you without them all."

I am so grateful for her insight.

I have pondered it often in the years since then, and I have realized that a prismatic life is a beautiful thing to have.