When I sat down to write this, I didn’t really have a plan. So I guess this is your gentle Friday reminder to love your beautiful body for everything it gives you, to wear glitter because you’re sparkly and deserve to shine bright, and to love those people who you hold dearest with everything you’ve got.
It seems like the older I get, the less I seem to truly understand anything about everything. When I was younger, it was almost as if there was an invisible thread weaving its way through my life in a logical, linear way — and that pathway was something I thought I could control.
I wanted to pop in to say hi and wish you a happy Friday.
In a way, though, it’s been liberating. It’s become clear to me what boundaries I need to draw so that I feel supported and cared for.
But now, it’s like nothing makes sense to me anymore, like everything is just a roll of the dice. I feel shaken. Unmoored.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,
I’ve been quiet lately because I haven’t really felt like writing. Truth be told, it’s been a weird week. Between the handful of doctor’s appointments and the in-between time waiting on test results, I’ve spent my days feeling frightened and unsure of the future.
I’m glad to have made it to Friday.