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.
I say this over and over again. Don’t hate on New Year’s Resolutions. I’ve been writing about resolutions for years and years because I really truly believe in them. They’re a great way to bring positive changes into your life in a constructive way. I know resolutions sound cliche, but I wholeheartedly believe in them. Maybe it’s because I’m a goal-oriented person and work best under deadline with a clean plan ready for me, but I never feel ready for the new year without a good list of resolutions.
So let’s get down to it. Just make the resolutions.
I literally say this every year, no matter what publication I’m writing for. Make the damn resolutions, make them specific, and make them fun. I’ve had resolutions like, “Rock the updo more,” “Do yoga 3-5 times a week,” “Take the stairs as often as possible,” and “Do 3 Sudoku puzzles a day.” Blah, blah, don’t just say exercise more, actually set a goal. Will you do yoga? Will you go to the gym? How many miles do you want to run a week? Set yourself some fun resolutions as well. Want to mix things up? Watch makeup tutorials to learn new tricks to change up your makeup routine, watch cooking shows to learn how to cook, read the news everyday or every few days to keep up with current events. Find a way to specify what you want to achieve and what resolutions to set.
Don’t fret, don’t give up. You can set New Year’s Resolutions easily. Just think of what you want to accomplish and then figure out how to get there.
Here are my 2017 New Year’s Resolutions:
- Write one thing every week
- Cook dinner from scratch at least once a week
- Go out more and meet new people
- Put away $10 each week
- Spa Day once a week (whether it’s a mani, face mask, or bath)
- Read a book every two weeks
Here’s hoping 2017 sucks less than 2016 (but for real, cross your fingers I don’t lose it).
Do I even need to describe what winter does to my skin? Dry, patchy, or even worse, cracked. Your skin feels parched all the time and you don’t even know what to do. As we approach winter and the air gets colder and the wind gets stronger, it’s time to prepare people.
In addition to water, which I feel has made a difference in my skin, these skin products will save my life this winter and the transition until then. I’ve tried to list a mix of cheap and splurge, but trust me, the splurges are worth it.