Thinking back on my high school self when I was elaborately stuffing the skirt of long, luscious thrifted nightgowns into my skinny jeans and smoothing it out so it doesn’t look bulky just because I thought it would make a cute top but didn’t have the heart to crop it. Then pair that with some Oxford shoes and a bowler hat with my tiny at-home, diy paint job of a brassy, orange colored bob cut

Ex coworker friend told me she’s submitting to a cult podcast about our salon

Should I become a chaplain

Had some quiet time to myself this morning and realized I’ve been feeling like I’ve been underwater. I sat at my dining table, writing in my journal recapping the many events that happened the past two weeks and felt like my ears finally popped. I sat there listening to the wind from outside my window, the distant but close enough sounds of the preschool nearby of children laughing, yelling and playing on their recess. As aware as I am of how much (over)stimulation and over load of information I put myself in, I probably was also avoiding some down time because I didn’t know where and when to put down the feelings and thoughts that’s swirling inside of me. I write and write about nothing and everything in particular. I am reminding myself to breathe

Cut a slit open on my eyelash curler pad and saw I’ve been pinching off my lashes over time (well duh!) The amount of lashes I pulled out probably could have been made into another set of lashes on different eyes whoopsie

Gentle Yoga for Tight Hips

Worked a box office shift at the theater, funny how I always get along with the sound techs the best

Doing content stuff for big boss tomorrow, oh boy

Watching live stream of birds bathing in a bird bath and started crying

Fully woke up past the time I’m suppose to be at work (9:30am)

Got back from my screening, on the floor in fetal position, just free bleeding