I started watching this little freckle on my left thumb probably 15 years ago now. Teeny tiny little freckle that had never been there before. Then, before you know it, it’s not so teeny tiny. Now it’s a little brown spot of a freckle. Harmless, thank God. It’s not anything but a freckle. “Freckle”. What a cute word.
Next thing you know it’s not so little. Wow, just like that it’s more visible. But I move on with my life and then…you guessed it. It became a little bigger. Now it’s reaching across to join up with another little freckle and the 2 of them are going to become one soon. Freckle friends.
Why do I even look at it? I can’t stop it. It’s going to do what it’s going to do. But it’s a reminder. Life is moving, day in, day out, it doesn’t stop for me or anyone. It’s time to be who I’m meant to be, do what I’m meant to do, because, before I know it, that little freckle will be a family of freckles on my thumb.
Every one of my clients have spots, or a little roll here, marks, or wrinkles they don’t want seen. I can take care of that. As a photographer, I can minimize, disguise, and even pose you in ways that trick you into ignoring them. And once that happens, their power disappears, vaporizes right before your eyes. They no longer have any importance to you.
Here’s the thing: Don’t let those little freckles stop you from acknowledging and owning your life today. See them for what they’re worth. They are reminders that, tick tock, you’re still here, another day to grab ahold of, to not let your own inner BS (you know what I’m talking about) keep you stuck.
Call me. Let’s talk about what little freckles you have.
Freckle. What a cute word.
Using the light and the shadows disguises freckles.
2 heads are better than one, making sure she looks her absolute best.