you better get used to this mug...

...because you're going to see it at least once a week. That's right, fifty-two weeks of me. I've never been particularly camera shy, but I've never really been waving my hands to be front and center in the photos either. Which makes me wonder what it is exactly that I suddenly appreciate (I'm hesitant to use the word "like" here) about self-portraits. There are so many people who have inspired me to take more photos of myself. More people than I could ever even think to make a list of. But one of them in particular, this one, taught me that self-portraits, if nothing else, are therapy. You know, because we all need a little therapy sometimes.

In looking back at some of my self-portraits over the past couple of years, I have come to really see myself in a different light through photographs. A light that shows me what I really look like. What I project to the world. And, in turn, what is happening deep down inside that's making me project what I do (okay, that sentence made more sense in my head, but I'm sticking with it).

So, in short, I'm going to document myself (face, or not) for the next fifty two weeks. As best I can. Because, really, that's all I can ask.