I’m slowly easing into the idea that being older has certain types of responsibilities and that twenty is going to be a year to get used to knowing that after 21 things are going to become really real.
The days of long-nights, endless re-application of lip gloss and being able to eat whatever I wanted whenever I wanted it are fading quickly. The last time I saw 5 am was last time I went travelling, when I make it to a 9:15 lecture with make-up on it’s probably because I was lucky enough to wake-up that way and the thought of a tub of Ben&Jerry’s makes me feel gross.
But all is not lost because in making it this far I have survived a few things:The Teen Pregnancy Years (I’ve been known to kill cacti, I think I need a puppy first), I am almost at 100% in recovering from M.e; It’s going to be with me forever but it will never stop me, The “everybody is getting engaged” stage I’m happily working on me because as cute as it is being proposed to from the fish tank in the Sea life Center (Yes, I know someone who did this!) I’m waiting on a man who knows me when I know myself and finally, I survived all the times I ran across the road without looking, most of the times I could have been caught doing something I shouldn’t and I’ve never woken up in Russia in an ice bath minus an organ. I think I’m doing pretty well.
No make-up Mondays are about making time for me. Not being bare-faced (because frankly I’m going to optimize what I’ve got for as long as I can and putting on make-up can be really cathartic). So today I sat and read, I’m reading a book called “Not that Kind of Girl” by Lena Dunham and it’s pretty inspiring. This is the first biography I have ever read and considering how much I love to delve into the inner depths of peoples’ lives I can’t believe I’ve never even bought one before.
After this I started writing and felt inspired, page after page of words I’ve been looking for, for months! And here I am on my first no make-up Monday starting a brand new chapter for you all to read along with. The good, the bad and the undoubtedly ugly.
Here we go,