Me, My Selfie, and I
This is not necessarily breaking news, but "Selfie" was named Oxford Dictionary's Word of 2013. I shudder just typing that. The official definition is as follows: "a photograph that one has taken of oneself, typically one taken with a smartphone or webcam and uploaded to a social media website."
This is my attempt at reinventing the definition, or at least trying to evolve it. It starts with a true selfie, captured while sitting in my car, crossing via ferry over to Whidbey Island. I've added a photo of my main view for the weekend, and a snapshot of my writing tools and the treasures I've acquired here, courtesy of the local thrift shop. And for the record? The "Emergency Childbirth" booklet might as well be a Stephen King book as far as I'm concerned.
The intent with this combination was to potentially represent a different type of a "selfie" - visual representations of a true examination of one's self, an attempt to find the courage to dive deeper, and the trust that I'll know what do once I get there, and find what's underneath.
Even when I look at my traditional selfie, the first thing I really see is my mother's distinctive nose. And that is the doorway to a million stories.
It means a lot more to me that the level of my ability to angle my smartphone and add filters to try and make things look just right.
Just right is boring. Just right is predictable. Just right is a lie.