Sunday nights have always been kind of funny. It’s a gloomy time the weekend is over. It’s stressful because I have about 1,365,752 hours of work to squeeze into the week. It’s also a time for decompression and reflection. This week, this month, this year, has been difficult.
I met with crushing disappointment as icing on this crap of a week cake. But I fervently prayed that I can relax with ease into the unknown, trusting that all will unfold in the right way at the right time, and that the Universe has my back.
In any case, I will ALWAYS have my fking awesome beauty routine. Because looking good is half the battle. As a cheerer-upper, as you Beauty Queens know, making that reflection smile at you is one of the best things you can do to pick yourself back up.