I used to be blonde

Guess who got a new scanner? (after thinking about it for years and finally taking my old printer to the recycling centre) Be prepared to be bombarded with photos of my early years.

This photo brings such raw feelings to the surface.
In that other reality I'm breast feeding my own baby.

My Dad's Mom. Nanny Boucher.

Three generations. Mum, my Nanny Rose in the middle-ground and me in the background. My Nan looked ill here and she died young just a few years later at 67.

Damn I was cute!

Ladies, I am fine after yesterday's meeting. I'm slowly letting go of my anger at the way I have been treated at my workplace because it's the only way I can go. To hang on to it won't help my healing or my mood or Ray and it would slowly eat away at my life. It sparks every so often but I'm learning to release it.

In the end it really doesn't matter.

I think it's called acceptance.