Glow by Lady E

  S ome days, I feel like I disappear a little. Not physically.

  I don’t remember exactly when it happened. There wasn’t a moment. No decision I sat down and made. It just… slipped away. The need to explain. It used to come so naturally. Filling in the gaps. Clarifying what I meant. Making sure I wasn’t misunderstood. I kept doing this over and over.  Second guessing. Checking that what I said didn’t translate the wrong way with the other person.  Not because I was unsure of myself. But because I thought that’s what you do when you care about being understood. So I would explain. Gently. Patiently. Sometimes even before I was asked. Just to make things easier. But somewhere along the way… I noticed something. The people who really wanted to understand me… never needed that much explaining. And the ones who didn’t? No amount of explaining ever seemed to reach them. Or they just didn’t care.  So I started pausing. Not intentionally at first. Just… noticing the space between what I felt and what I was about to say. And s...

  T here are moments that don’t break you. They just… thin you out. Little by little.

B ack when I was very active in blogging, I often showed the products that I've finished or products that I've hit pan on. It's mostly for me. I like looking at the empty bottles and makeup and feel glad, accomplished even, that I was able to use the products that I bought, that I got my money's worth. It's such a nice feeling to work then be able to treat yourself with small luxuries, no?