Chances are if you’ve ran your fingers through my luscious locks anytime between 2006 and 2016 then you felt my dirty little secret: hair extensions. I’ve tried glue in, clip in, beads, and even a wig or two. Hair, or lack of it, was my thing…
The last few hours of 2018 are left. What now? Well, I went back and edited my Declutter blog because after talking to my good friend TaraLeigh as well as my grandmother, it was decidedly a b*tchy post. I changed a few things, pointed less fingers and also explained my behavior.
It’s Christmas Eve in the US, which means in about 24 hours y’all are going to be opening presents. That means more possessions. More stuff. More clutter. Listen, I love new stuff; clothes, candles, dishes, books, furniture…but when something becomes a “display” or when you can’t fit that new dress in the closet, yet you still have “nothing to wear”, it’s time to clean out that old energy.
I’ll Be Alone For Christmas
What do you do when your hometown doesn’t feel like home anymore? Home is a funny word. It implies warmth, safety and familiarity. Until it doesn’t. Sometimes you find yourself in no man’s land – not comfortable with going back to where you came from, but not yet in the place where you have your own traditions.
In December 2014 my life was at one of its lowest points. The company I was working for had closed without warning and without my last paycheck, I was dating a guy who was in and out of jail, and I lived in the Venice version of Animal House. At one point my self-worth was so low, I asked Google how to fix it.