One girl. 24 hours. Three random acts of beauty.
7:00 a.m. — I’m jolted awake by bongo drums from my iPhone’s alarm, but instead of feeling refreshed, I feel fussy, foggy-headed and confused.
The past 72 hours have been exhausting — scrubbing, lifting, driving, packing and moving until the wee hours every night. Making matters worse (at least emotionally), I haven’t eaten well, haven’t showered enough and have a lethal case of PMS. 🙂
I slink from bed and lumber to the bathroom, wiping the sleep from my eyes.
What I see before me in the mirror frightens me… It’s a creature akin to a zombie, but with worse skin, and dark half moons beneath its eyes. They mock me and I wonder, “Will I be able to keep it together today?”
I want to be funny and interesting and friendly, but that’s not how I feel.
Brushing the fuzz from my teeth, I notice the Urban Decay Rocks kit ($18, new for Holiday 2009) sitting beside me on the bathroom sink. I don’t remember setting it there… Perhaps it was left by an angel.
The kit contains little gold, silver and iridescent glue-on crystals, along with a tube of glue. Despite my appearance, I glue three of them onto the side of my left eye.
“Girl,” I say to the bedazzled zombie before me, “you ain’t no Hemingway, but you WORK those crystals and ratty pajamas. WORK!”
12:37 p.m. — I’m weeping on my knees in the kitchen.
An hour ago, delivery men from Best Buy installed our new washer and dryer.
For the first time in my adult life — no more quarters, no more hauling laundry up/down flights of stairs, no more standing guard over the machines.
This must be what joy is.
3:06 p.m. — I have writer’s block today.
I need a new freelancing gig, but I’m totally stuck. I remember some advice given to me by a friend years ago: At some point the waffling, hand-wringing and self-pity have to stop, and you just need to sit your butt down and start clicking keys.
Seen or lived any cool random acts of beauty lately? Tell me know about ’em in the comments.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,