It looks like somewhere in the past year or so I’ve lost contact with myself. In between the grind of working, school and just adulting in general, I’ve stopped doing the things I love to do. My make up and clothes collection has gone untouched, I stay inside all day and have stopped using social media completely. I don’t read or even I don’t even window shop anymore. I’ve also stopped blogging.
While none of these are really bad things, as they are not hurting anyone really. I like doing those things, I’ve never been the type to go out in public in sweats and my hair not brushed. I hate to be sloppy, but it’s someone I have become. I came to this realization a couple of weeks ago, when I realized I gained a whole bunch of weight and that my closet full of pretty clothes and shoes have gone untouched. I looked in the mirror and realized that the person in front of was unrecognizable and not who I want to be.
It’s no one’s fault but my own and I am the only one who can fix it.
So slowly I’ve been setting aside time to make sure I start doing the things I love again. Like, applying a touch of mascara in the morning or taking some time before bed to catch up on reading.
Honestly I can feel myself slowly coming back. Hopefully this means that blogging regularly will start being a thing but we will see. In the meantime I just have to patient.
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