It’s been a while since I last posted, I know. Life has been weird. 2017 has been even weirder. I know I’m not the only one when I say 2017 has probably been the worst year of my life. And no, I’m not trying to be dramatic.
I’ve been meaning to write a post on the topic of self-care for a while. It’s so important to take care of yourself, and I never really knew what to call it until my time at Active Minds where I learned how to take care of myself and my mental health. First and foremost, mental health is just as important as physical health, that shouldn’t be up for discussion.
First off, I know *sigh* Tinder. I’m not really on Tinder, I just haven’t deleted my account, I don’t swipe ever anymore, I don’t really talk to anyone. This bro just needed a reply. Also, if you don’t know what mansplaining is, it is when a man (or bro) explains something, typically a woman, in a condescending or patronizing manner. Alright, now that you know what means let’s go with the story.
As you know by now, I have 1. a shopping problem and 2. an addiction to all things beauty. In case you missed the first edition of this series, click here. As always, I’ve thrown in makeup, body, skin care, basically all kinds of beauty products in here. So let’s get to it!
I think as I get older, I start to gravitate towards skin products over makeup products. Gotta prevent premature wrinkles, if you know what I mean. I’ve also become more conscious of the ingredients in all beauty products. Hence the shift to natural deodorant. Price wise, I have a mix of splurge and steal (as always). Some were deals, some were from beauty boxes, all of them thoroughly vetted.
I’m thinking of starting a new series for my blog called “On the Topic.” But it also might end up being just me babbling on and on about my views on a topic. Which is what it actually is. Does anyone even care about my opinion? I do and that’s all that matters to me! If anyone can love you, it might as well be yourself, right?
What I want to discuss/talk at the Internet today is entitlement. Entitlement is defined as “the fact of having a right to something.” Often we hear the word entitlement thrown at young adults, children nowadays, and on a more political spectrum: entitlement programs. Hopefully, I’ll touch on all three of these ideas and make my opinion clear, or won’t make anything up.
I’ve taken a long break from writing, all kinds of writing and it’s taken a toll on my mental health for sure. Honestly, I started this post two months ago and abandoned it after writing just one sentence.
Writing was my first love, my forever love. I’ve always appreciated the way it gives me what I’m feeling, the way it helps me interpret what is going on in the world and in my life. A little over a year ago to this day I wrote about falling back in love with writing. How it was me returning to my roots. I took a break to focus on other skills and aspirations, but again returned to my first love. Here I am again, after a long break.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m not in school anymore and just getting dumber from the lack of formal education or because I’m not writing, but I’m finding it more and more difficult to put my feelings and thoughts into words. Maybe I’m just tired of this continuous cycle of bad news à la the United States government and T****, but something’s just been off.
I’ve written here and there, on and off, but it always felt so forced. It feels ingenuine. It feels like I’m just trying to make sense of what’s going on instead of actually figuring my shit out. I could say that I miss the days where writing came so easy to me, but it never really did. Like any skill, any passion, writing was an evolving process. It’s obvious that my writing didn’t start out amazing and it isn’t the best it could be now or whatever I believed my prime was. Writing is something continuously worked on. Writing will never remain constant because it is ever-changing. Whether I’m writing a long-form article or a 140 character tweet, it relies on my ability to craft a message.
This slump sucks more than the others. I’m sure I could have said that more eloquently, but I feel it makes my point exactly. Not only am I not writing, but I’m at a point in my life where everything around me is moving while I remain stuck. It’s not a good feeling.
What will bring me out of this slump? I don’t know for sure. But this is helping. I’ll keep you updated once I’m out and about and figuring my life the fuck out (sorry it rhymed).
I go back and forth every time I attempt to write about this topic: bad days (but imagine me saying it in a more eloquent way. How can I even describe the bad days? They’re different for everyone, obviously, but they always leave a pit feeling in my stomach. A sinking feeling that won’t go away. An indecisiveness that I’m unable to satisfy. I’m here to tell you that everyone has them, despite how they look. Looks are deceiving after all.
Claps all around for me actually finishing some beauty products to make up for the fact that I purchase more than I can actually use. Something I love to read about is what products beauty experts use and more importantly, which ones they finish. I am no expert, but I decided to write out all of the products I have recently finished.
Throughout my entire life, I’ve always been surrounded by strong women. Women in my family, friends, all in my life. I like to think that they’re the reason why I’m so strong, passionate, and dedicated to being the best that I can be. But most importantly, they’re all the reason why I was allowed to follow my dreams, whatever my dreams were.
I’m not saying there weren’t strong men in my life either, but really the women in my life have struck a cord with me. As a feminist and just a person, I believe that instead of women bringing each other down, we should always be helping each other get stronger, do better, achieve whatever we want. The women in my life, that’s all they’ve ever done for me.
I promise I’m not trying to brag, really. I’m super proud of my interview streak, but I’ve also earned it. Before two weeks ago, I have been offered a position or contract whenever I made it to the final interview round. I’m talking all internship final round interviews, all volunteer applications, and all part-time job final round interviews. All until now. Part of me thinks I should have expected it because a real job is a total game changer, but I’ve also always been the type of person who works so, so hard (not saying that you haven’t worked hard) and been rewarded for it. I’m usually the one turning down an offer. One summer, I turned down 5 offers before accepting the one internship I really wanted (and will never regret this decision). Hell, I turned down Oprah! Ok, the O Magazine, but still.
Yes, I really am sitting here writing about being rejected from a job. No, I don’t feel this way when I get rejected romantically, but that’s also just me.