I’m slowly beginning to feel like my old self again.
Can you believe that you and I have been meeting here for more than five years, chatting about makeup, reality TV mayhem (when we started, it was Flavor of Love!), men — from males of the feline persuasion (Tabs), to bat men (Christian Bale) and men with beautiful abs (Ryan Gosling) — Mango Bars, Nutella, cupcakes and, of course, cats. Both yours and mine.
I feel very close to you now after all these years, and I think you understand how people have good times and bad. Both swings are inevitable given enough time. Sometimes you’re up, and sometimes you’re down. It happens to the best of us.
Between turning 37, wondering if I’m ready to have kids, worrying about friends and family and the usual things that happen in life, and trying to figure out my next steps…I’ve felt burdened lately, like my metaphoric wings have been weighed down by boulders.
Then, last Thursday morning, as I was sitting here at my desk trying to write a review, something clicked — the switch that makes the tears start falling — and I realized that I just couldn’t do it.
So I took a few days off. And cried a lot. A ton, actually. Buckets on Thursday and Friday, maybe a quart or two on Saturday, but by Sunday, yesterday, the storm had finally passed (cue the herald angels singing!).
I didn’t experience any profound revelations or anything like that, but I spent some time just mulling things over, ruminating, cooking, cleaning, walking my cat, and I also got in some exercise, which usually improves my point of view, even when it’s the last thing on earth I want to do.
I even started crying a couple times on the treadmill…and now that I think about it, it must’ve looked pretty ridiculous, but no one was watching. The mix of tears, snot and perspiration combined to create a powerful Potion of Catharsis.
Annie Lennox has also been keeping me company over these past few days. Have you ever heard her Diva CD/album?
Get it, get it, get it, ASAP.
It’s among my musical must-haves (especially the songs Little Bird and Primitive). My goodness, the lyrics — sometimes I forget how much music can influence the way I feel, and then I hear a song like Little Bird and remember that other people have felt everything I’m feeling now.
I’ve just got to put these wings to the test…
Wipe your tears, and let the salt stains dry…
Oh, yeah — I almost forgot to mention my pink hair.
This is a beauty blog, after all.
Nothing like pink hair to change your point of view!
Je Ne Sais Quoi on the left and Rags to Riches on the right
The pink I’m wearing here is only temporary, via the new Condition Culture Colorsmash Hair Shadows ($15 each, available in nine shades), which are like powder eyeshadows for your hair.
Just massage into dry hair, and set with hair spray. Then, when it comes time to remove, the colors wash out easily with regular ol’ shampoo.
They’re available in nine vibrant shades — Firecracker, Electric Beat, Rags to Riches, St. Martini, Atomic Yellow, Tango Mango, So Jaded, Je Ne Sais Quoi, and Oh La Lavender. I’m wearing hot pink Je Ne Sais Qui here, which I worked into my highlights.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,