Rapidly taking apart one’s life, and then putting it back together again, can be quite a disconcerting process. Trying to discover which parts of you are really “you,” and which parts are the product of fulfilling expectations, can be complicated.

Throughout the past couple of years, I’ve had some regular companions who have walked with me through the metamorphosis I have experienced and embraced. Those who accompanied me daily have definitely observed the transformation, but changes are harder to quantify when you see them happen incrementally as they do on an everyday basis. Friends who see me less frequently have noticed the differences more dramatically. One labeled me Faye 2.0, stating that version 2.0 is much better and more fun than the original. Another mentioned that she’d always known I was “chill” underneath my sometimes uptight veneer.

However, the best description to date was, even though I’m totally dissimilar to my past self in so many ways, that my “Fayeness” was still intact. When I asked what that meant, she said I seem more like myself now…more whole, more complete. I really liked that. My essence is still present. I’m still the me I’ve always known, but now I am becoming more real. ❤

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Part of my “Fayeness” that exists now, just as it did before, is my love of seeing faces in objects. It brings me joy to spot a face made of sticks and leaves on the sidewalk, or the way the dotted turn lane lines in the middle of an intersection can create a sleepy countenance. I found out that this phenomenon has a fancy name, and that it’s not uncommon. Face Pareidolia can cause people to interpret random images, or patterns of light and shadow, as faces (or as I like to call them, faye-ces). I have been taking photos of the faces I’ve spotted here and there for years, so I thought I’d multiply my joy by sharing some with you. Cheers!