I bet y’all didn’t know I was once a red-headed “supermodel” for a day in Brazil, huh? Lol (This came up in my TBT memories from years ago.)
I’m sharing it because… why the hell not? I look hot and I’ll never be that young or that fit or have a red perm ever again.
I love that Carla, who was 21 or 22, just graduated from law school & I *think* this was the trip when Louis came with to visit my parents when Dad was Consul in Rio/Brasilia.
EDIT, I was 20 because when Louis came with me to Brazil, I just remembered, my hair was shorter, see here:
That Carla was brazen, excited, with her whole life ahead of her. Now, almost 30 years later, life hasn’t disappointed.
Yes, there have been challenges and dreams that haven’t come to fruition, most notably a devastating miscarriage in my second trimester a few months before we moved to NH in 2008.
Life ends up being highs and lows, some through the choices we make, and sometimes, through just plain, uncontrollable bad luck.
While you cannot control the shitty curve balls, you CAN control how you respond.
You can let crap knock you down and keep you there in a world of hurt and excuses and sadness, or you can pick yourself up, and plant your feet firmly back on your proverbial river rock.
I was taught to stand up every time, no matter what, and to accept the things I cannot change and focus on where *I CAN* make a difference.
Just as I stood on that rock all those years ago, bold and beautiful, I stand for liberty and freedom in the Free State of New Hampshire, the place I chose as my forever home.
Here I stand now, wider, grayer, wiser, but still bold and brazen and brave, because fighting for freedom these days takes balls.
Here I stand, ready for whatever life throws my way next! (I hope it’s a House seat! Lol SUPPORT MY RACE!)