I don't know where to begin. I've had this window open on my screen for a solid twenty minutes and I really have no idea where to begin or what to say, but I've just had this sudden urge to write my thoughts down.
I've been spending my evenings cleaning. Organizing. Decorating. Planning. I read somewhere that if you live in a place that is disorganized, your life will be unorganized. But if you live in a nice tidy place, your life will follow suit. So that's what I'm doing I guess. I'm such a pack rat, it's sick. But I can't justify giving away a 250$ shirt just because I've never worn it. I suppose I never should have bought that shirt in the first place if I never planned to wear it. But I'm an impulse/emotional shopper. Sue me. So even though my feet swelled because of standing all day and half my shoes don't fit anymore, I still pray that one day they will. Because I love them. I really do.
Anyway, I want to get my life back on track. We bought a treadmill and I barely even use it (oops!). So I'm going to do that more (hopefully). And I noticed something that really scared me. Someone over Christmas whom I've never met before asked me what I did. And I replied, "Oh, I'm a manager at Fruits & Passion." Granted, I AM a manager at Fruits & Passion... but that's not what I do. And the fact that that's my answer to that question now scares the fuck out of me. That's what pays my bills. But that's not what I do. I'm supposed to be a make-up artist. So that's what I need to do. I need to get back into it. I've got lost along the way of bills and rent but I need to get back to what I love doing.
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