Him: You used to wear more dark jeans when we were dating.
Summer isn’t summer until I’ve sat in these chairs, looked at this view, and swam out to make sure the rock that’s been there for twenty years is still there.
During the two days I had home, my good friend Reggy asked me to look in on her plants.
It was hot. I mean heat advisory hot and humid. I drove out. In traffic. It annoyed me. So, hoping to make it more than just a short visit, I asked to do her nature walk.
Let me tell you a story. It begins eight years ago, when stumbling across social media a woman sees beautiful prints and sweeping fabrics. That woman is me. She falls in love. Further, she discovers that the brand is based in Australia – a land which she has long romanticized and longed to visit. The brand exudes her love of whimsy, bohemian style, and swirls of fabric. The clothes are more than her and her young family can afford, but slowly over the years with savings she builds herself a wardrobe full of lovely pieces. She is loyal and devoted. Over the last two years, she sees the prices inflate. She reads more and more complaints about quality. She reads more and more complaints about terrible customer service (posts that get removed after a day). But like the girl who just doesn’t believe it when her friends tell her they saw her husband kissing another woman, she dismisses it.
“Yet in always trying to appear happy, perfect, even inspiring and certainly enviable, we often neglect the very parts of ourselves that bring us true happiness, joy, connection, love, and pleasure. We become afraid of our true selves, of expressing who we really are, with all our flaws and imperfections. We begin to cover ourselves up, to clothe ourselves in words and images that mask the emotions and even the joys that define our hearts and minds and souls because they seem to intimate, and this intimacy seems inappropriate.” The Happiness Effect, Donna Freitas
I’ve been struggling lately especially in the wake of covid and losing all my work.
“With all the likes and retweets and the compliments that nobody means. It’s a world of contentment. A world of mediocrity. A world of average people who think they’re excellent.” Elan Gale
Speaking of, speaking of how hard it is to be a woman, I just saw an ad for a butt mask. No f**king joke.
Since it’s a covid birthday, I’ll tell you about the little thing I organized.
