Are you a work in progress?
I’ve been guest writing on quite a few blogs and sites these days. But one of my favorite little stories was posted on, of all places, SheLoves Magazine. I know, I’m not really the first person you’d think of being there. (For one thing, I’m not a she.)
If you didn’t catch the story, here’s a little teaser. It’s about old photos, embarrassment, and becoming a “real grown up.” Oh, and SheLoves is giving away a couple of copies of Life After Art, so if you haven’t picked up your copy yet, here’s your chance to save some cash!
My parents cleaned out their basement after my brother and I moved out. A lot of old items were pulled out of boxes, keepsakes and old dusty papers that had not seen light in many years. It was a family event, sitting on the basement floor and dividing up the precious relics of our now grown-up family.
There were boxes and boxes of photos. Old polaroids and snapshots, many looking eerily like Instagrams with their washed out colors and hazy atmosphere. They had the feel and smell and texture of “real” photos, captured on real film, preserving a real moment now lost in time. Many were carefully labeled and organized in albums. Hundreds more were left in their envelopes, stacked in boxes, much like the massive piles of photos sitting unorganized on our hard drives.
And so many of them recorded the evidence of this lanky, awkward, shy boy with goofy glasses who doesn’t know who he is in the world, doesn’t quite have the confidence to find out, and certainly doesn’t know how to dress himself or comb his hair correctly.
He is a work in progress.
Finish the story and enter to win a copy of Life After Art at SheLoves Magazine.