One photograph, unprepared

Yesterday we looked at the photographs and noticed who was missing from them. Today we do something about it, and it is small enough to manage before lunch.

Here is your invitation. Get in one photograph this week, and do not delete it.

That is the whole thing. Ask whoever is nearby to take it, or hold the phone out yourself and take it in the kitchen with the light doing whatever it is doing.

Do not fix your hair first. Do not wait for a better day, a better outfit, a better version of your face.

The point is not a flattering picture. The point is a true one, of you, on an ordinary Tuesday in August, in the middle of your actual life.

Then comes the harder half of the invitation. Look at it once and keep it.

The impulse to delete will arrive fast, and it will feel like good taste. It is not.

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It is the same habit that kept you behind the camera for ten years, wearing a more respectable name.

You are allowed to dislike the photograph. You only have to let it exist.

It is a smaller cousin of saying one true thing instead of fine. Letting yourself be seen, in a form you did not curate.

Because in twenty years the thing that will matter about it is not your hair. It will be that you were there, that you looked like that, that this was the summer you started turning back toward yourself.

Ten seconds, one photograph, kept. That is today.

Annie Dillard wrote that how we spend our days is how we spend our lives. The ordinary Tuesday is not the waiting room for the real thing. It is the thing, and you are allowed to be visible in it.

See you tomorrow.