Soaring with clipped wings.

But as I was washing the dishes in my Californian home today, I realized what a blessing it was that I didn’t get that job. This job that I so desperately wanted in January 2020 would have been rendered utterly useless with the pandemic that hit the U.S. 3 months later.

Although it took me about an additional 4 months to realize that, I am humbly reminded that what we cling onto and desire so longingly is sometimes not the “right” thing for us - no matter how badly we want it in the moment. No matter how much human rationale is made; we can’t see nor predict what the future holds and can foresee what are the true next steps that need to take place. 

My relationship with makeup has been quite a tumultuous one. I was definitely a late bloomer when it came to makeup, fashion, and being more put-together (in a sense). What started off as fascination then led to a shackle that I couldn’t hold to now, a sense of routine and comfort.  As I went off to college, makeup was the necessity that allowed for eyebrows to be on my face. Then as I entered my second year of college, I went through the worst bout of acne I have had ever experienced up until that point in my life. I had pimples and acne scars from my hairline to below my neck. Makeup was my refuge because my skin felt so unbearable to me. As I entered the latter half of my college years, makeup became the passageway to become more professional. When professional life began, makeup became routine, and it became something that would set my morning. Now, as I’m entering my 26th year, I recognize that it has become something that brings me joy and grounds me for the day.