where fiction and reality merged

So, this is me today. My new picture for work. There is no filter on it, I was just close to a window and the sun was shining. It’s vain, but I like my eyes in this one. I don’t like the grey hair, but I am not 20 anymore. I am 37 and it is showing.

I don’t often like myself; I am a harsh critic. Everything I excuse in others or find endearing are things I hate on me. At the same time, I know that I am a unique person; I have flaws and qualities like everyone else. They are all a part of me…