self portrait challenge ~ glam

"mirror, mirror..." self portrait, canon digital rebel xt

After taking this portrait, my husband came home from work and said..."you're wearing make-up?". As I said in lasts weeks SPC post...I am not that talented at applying powdery things to my face but I am attempting to play at it and having a bit of fun.

I must admit that "fun" is a word I am embracing right now in my life. I was always that girl that searched for the fun, the party, the laughs, the light hearted~ness of life but something shifted in the past few years. There has been a lot of sadness, heaviness, fear, longing and depression walking along side us on our (in)fertility journey. Although lately the heaviness has lifted. Within ourselves. Within our relationship. Within our creativity.

While I was away in Seattle, it gave my husband and I some time to reflect. Since I've been home, we've done some truth speaking and together had this epiphany. We need to have more fun. Fun like we used to. Fun that has always felt so natural for us. It was time to re~awaken our spontaneous beings!

We've just been exhausted of being told what we should and should not eat. When we should and shouldn't make love. What we should and should not drink. It began to feel a bit mechanical, just sort of going through the motions. Willing to do whatever it took to make our baby. But what it has done is taken a sense of freedom away from us. Freedom, Spontaneity and the Sexy of life.

So, while we're still following the diets our doctor suggests, we are not going to allow it to control our sense of fun. Perhaps all it took was just recognizing that this was happening. I've noticed we now laugh so much harder. We've been light and goofy and playful and sexy and alive.

In a few days we are flying to Vancouver, B.C. to our honeymoon spot so that we can reconnect with that time in our lives. I cannot wait to walk nestled into one another with our arms close around our waists while the rain falls on us. I cannot wait to share a bottle of red wine by a fire place and spill stories that we have yet to share with one another. I cannot wait to laugh so hard until I cry and then pull him close in a passionate kiss, tumbling to the ground.

So what does this have to do with glam? Well...I feel sexy again. I really do. And to me...feeling sexy is glam whether you're dressed up or not dressed at all.

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