Headshot Anxiety, An IWSG Post

Image by Rosy / Bad Homburg / Germany from Pixabay

My birthday was Monday. I turned 55. 

Double nickels. 

On the downhill slide...

Just kidding. I'm honestly okay with getting older. As my father used to say, getting older beats the hell out of the alternative. Or as I often remind myself: getting older is a blessing denied to too many.

So, if I'm fine with being a bit longer in the tooth*, how is this an insecure post? 

The problem is I need a new headshot. My old one is the me of ten or so years ago and it was done by my friend who is a professional photographer and was savvy enough to diagnose my photo problems:

The main one being that I am exceedingly awkward so it's hard to get a natural smile. She solved the problem by NOT saying cheese. Instead, she pretended to be working on the lighting and we talked and joked as she sneakily snapped photos. 

Then there is that issue of me being a double blinker so most photos of me are with my eyes closed. 

The solution might seem obvious: call up my friend and get another headshot.

The problem is my sweet nephew is trying his hand at photography and he asked to be given the opportunity. I agreed. Then I found out he's uses last generation technology with actual film that has to be processed before you see the photo. We took some pictures and now I'm waiting like I'm back in the 1980's to see how many Chandler Bing shots he got of me. 

Which leads me to wonder...why does writing have to be so much more than words??

*Did you know that as we age our teeth look longer because our gums are receding and showing more of the tooth root? That's why the teeth get more sensitive too...that and the eroding enamel. Got to love the aging process!

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Happy Anniversary to my son and his wife! They're a beautiful couple living their own Happily Ever After! And Happy Birthday to my first niece who was lucky enough to almost share a birthday with her aunt. She's an Elizabeth too, so it's Elizabeth week!