After a much needed break, I’m back and I’m better! It’s only the second week of April and its already been a whirlwind. My car was broken into and so many important things were stolen from me.(also who steals dirty clothes???) I had to deactivate all my cards, hit the dmv for a new license, get my windows fixed and make an appointment to get them tinted.
I know they say to never keep things in plain sight in your vehicle so save that conversation for someone else. What about when you lock things in your trunk + glove compartment but they break into your car and get into those places too? You get got! And boy, they got me.
I used to be a big reader; a new book every other week kind of reader. Then life happened and I strayed away. I mean, after working a 11 hour shift or a heavy lifting session, reading wasn’t the highest of priorities. But recently, I decided this year will be the year I make time to do the things I enjoy.
Anyone who’s close to me knows I have quite the appetite. I keep snacks by the bed in case I get the late night munchies. I stash snacks in my apron at work.(One time I literally pulled a banana out my apron during a team meeting that was running too long) So knowing my history, you can kind of see why the random Graze ad on my Facebook feed piqued my interest.
Let’s get right to it. It’s just about time to say goodbye to 2017. I wont lie, this year has left me feeling incredibly exhausted but incredibly rewarded.
There are some people who have perfect, clear skin. I was never that person. Name a skin ailment and I might’ve suffered from it. At one point, I gave up on caring about clear skin. But all that changed when I subscribed to Sephora’s Play box. The exposure to so many different brands piqued my interest and it wasn’t long until I was back on the path towards the perfect skin care routine.
When some team members from Buoyant came to Whole Foods and introduced* me to float therapy a couple months ago, I was all ears. I’ll try anything once. Besides, It’s my last week in the Midwest! And what better way to treat myself other than floating in a sensory deprivation tank?
Charlottesville happened and I tried so hard to avoid being reminded of it. Trauma is a constant reality we have to face in the black community. Sometimes I don’t want to think about the people who hate me simply for existing, you know? I didn’t open instagram that morning. After the news broke, I logged out of twitter for the day. Then I get to work and was called the “n-word” by some coward of a customer.
I’ve never hurt myself. I thought therapy was reserved for people with real problems. Why should I seek professional help over a couple of bad days or weeks? I went to work and I got things done. Ya girl was fully functioning; I wasn’t like the people I’d see on tv with depression. But the first lie depression told me was I wasn’t depressed.
Working in the natural food industry has forever changed me. I recycle. Today I was excited about adding scraps to my compost pail. I even try to avoid processed foods. The girl that once ate anything now reads labels. *insert shocked face here*
All of that is relevant because now that I care about what I’m putting into my body, I’m also concerned about what I’m putting on it. I’m talking clothes, jewelry and accessories. For awhile I’ve been interested in sustainable fashion but the price tag and mystery of it all usually scares me away.
A couple days ago I was scrolling through instagram. While browsing the explore page I noticed a familiar face and my stomach dropped. Immediately I remembered what went down; the hurtful words that were said, the lack of concern for my feelings and I got annoyed.