maybe

Maybe. . . If I could do it all over again, I'd care less about what people thought and really let my freak flag fly.

Maybe. . . I still have feelings that our family is not complete, like we're still missing someone?

Maybe. . . taking fish off a fishing pole really grosses me out, so I have carefully spent time instructing each of my children, so that I no longer have to.

Maybe. . . my new thing is Oregon. Man, how much would I LOVE to explore Oregon.

Maybe. . . the thought of homeschooling two kids this year is kind of overwhelming. Like things just got real up in here.

Maybe. . . someday I will really master post processing, and my images will finally begin to be the pieces I envision them to be.

Maybe. . . I am not aging gracefully. I do NOT enjoy it.

Maybe. . . I'm learning bravery. It's in the small things yet it excites me. Like maybe, just maybe, I'm growing up.