I am not proud of everything I have done in my past. I have made decisions that have caused me a lot of pain, regret, and sorrow.
The worst thing about your past is you think that you have moved on, you think you are safe from it, but then one day it rears it's ugly head and comes crashing down on you. Last Sunday my past caught up with me:
Once upon a time I thought these were pretty stylish. I tried to take a picture of the side so you could see the confetti - that's right, it was like wearing a party on my face all the time!
I tried to recreate what I might have looked like eons ago when I owned this particular pair of glasses: