Both the Royal Ontario Museum and Dior will be receiving bills for my Jamaican black castor oil.
Merry Christmas & happy holidays! Tradition dictates that the end of the year is when we reflect on the past year, so here’s my version. This year was a strange one. There were some heavy losses mixed in with the start of some really promising things.
The hard stuff included a death of a close loved one, being rejected from professional school again & the blow to my career dreams. Outside of myself, this has been a crazy year for current events, from Hurricanes Irma and Maria, to the slave trade in Libya, to the Rohingya refugee crisis, to the growing gap between the rich & the underprivileged in Canada & the US.
The good stuff included starting grad school, getting closer with my family & friends, dating, having hope for the future, doing more than I thought I was capable of, completing my year without makeup, and just not having to worry about too much in the grand scheme of things.
Here’s what I’m grateful for in 2017.
Adulting has been hitting me hard lately, girl. I got the sudden and rather difficult message that life is finite and what I do with myself and my time counts. My 20s feels like a scribble: a bunch of squiggles (experiences, hopes, likes, dislikes, memories) that I often can’t make heads or tails of. Sometimes I get so confused as to where my life is headed that I start to panic and do things. Things like anxiously waiting for The Defining Decade by Meg Jay to be back in circulation at the library.
My texlaxed hair is drier than the Sahara Desert and rejects pretty much every product that claims to be able to help it. My search for The One–the leave in conditioner that will actually moisturize my hair & not weigh it down–continues.
It’s a 10 Miracle Leave-In Product makes ten claims about the hair magic it can do. Here’s how it delivered on my hair.
I tried online dating for the first time a few weeks ago.
I did a tiny trial after feeling like I was finally in a pretty decent place in my life to meet someone: I’ve been working on my faith, I can wear makeup after giving it up for a year, I am starting to build a career, & am developing a more active social life. I was hoping to find a kind, handsome guy who’s interested in living out his faith like I am, in addition to being completely interested in me and in getting to know me. That was reasonable, right!?
Now how do I turn this sarcasm off?