I do a pretty good job of being me all the time—there are different me’s in different settings, sure, but I think I do a good job of being me. However, there’s something extra amazing and special about those times or with those friends you can just completely be yourself with—no me’s required, all me’s welcomed. Some people call this letting your guard down, but it’s more than that: it’s relaxing into who you are.
Last weekend’s trip to Portland was just that: five days of being-me bliss.
Pictured: caught unaware at Mt. St. Helen’s