Have you ever had one of those days where there’s a million and one things on your “to do” list but you have absolutely ZERO motivation to accomplish any of them? Yeah, same. Heck, I’ve even had those days turn into weeks… even months! Sometimes life is just tough and it seems like there’s no hope for getting out of the rut you’re in.
While getting my life back on track, I realized that implementing a skin care routine into my daily schedule would really benefit me. I actually don’t have a TON of acne, but I’ve never taken the best at taking care of my skin. Truth be told, I probably removed my makeup before bed a total of 3 times the past few years. Just because I don’t have a ton of acne, doesn’t mean my skin wasn’t in need of improvement.
Being called an “introvert” used to send me into a major existential crisis. I made it my mission in life to prove to everyone around me that I was NOT (I repeat NOT) an introvert. I equated introversion with shyness, brokenness, and being unlikeable. It wasn’t until I discovered the true definition of introversion that I realized that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with being an introvert.
Fixing damaged hair is a hot topic these days and it’s not hard to understand why that would be the case! Most of us, by our 20’s, have discovered the magical world of hair dyes, curling irons, straighteners, blow dryers, and everything else that temporarily makes our hair look good. Most of us have also come to the harsh realization that these things also cause a heck of a lot of damage.
I’m the type of person that’s pretty quiet in a group setting (I mean hello, my blog is mainly about being an introvert). There’s honestly only a few things that make me come alive and get me talking when I’m around a group of people that I’m not completely comfortable with yet. Those two things are… People’s passions, personality types, or anything else that’s not surface level chit-chat and things I love.
The office I’m currently sitting in (and absolutely loving) spent a good six months or so being our “just chuck that junk in there” room. For months it was a literal DISASTER with piles of random stuff all over the ground and definitely not a desk (or cute picture frame) anywhere to be seen. During that time, I was blogging from the couch, bed, kitchen table, ground… pretty much anywhere BUT a desk.
Most people fit into a few different categories when it comes to bullet journaling. Some absolutely love it. Others haven’t even heard of it. Some think of bullet journaling as the most time-consuming waste of energy there is. And then there are those who want to love it but end up hating it. I think most people (who already love planner/paper type stuff) fit into the last category.
Here’s the thing. I WANT to be a better host… because as much as I wish I could never invite a group of people over to our house again, it’s going to have to happen. So, I’d rather try to enjoy it instead of dreading it before and during the whole shabang. So, I did some research and deep soul searching introspection to figure out what us introverted souls could do to feel better about hosting events.
I recently visited the cutest, quaintest little bookstore and boy, oh boy, did it make me happy! There’s nothing quite like a local bookstore to lift your spirits! As usual, I wanted to buy the ENTIRE bookstore but somehow resisted the temptation and walked out with only one book. Also, as usual, I took about a million pictures of the front covers of books I want to buy later.
To say I have a rough time before and during my period would be an understatement. I turn into a complete MONSTER- an alternate, in pain, evil, whiny version of myself that should probably hide in a closet until the whole thing is over. For everyone’s sake.