Tsunami waves of existential thoughts
BUT LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT A VINTAGE RED CLUTCH
Your soundtrack is here. Baby…You’re welcome.
Yup, I haven’t been writing as often as I wanted to. For one thing, I’m tired. Don’t get me wrong… I love my job — think Emily Blunt on the Devil Wears Prada… “I love my job, I love my job, I love my job — and feeling tired has actually been in my new year’s resolutions for the past few years… but there another reason: I’m anxious and complicated. I could write about so much stuff but I can’t organize my thoughts… they come to me in one big tsunami wave of everything from witch stories to crumbled pieces of paper, like the movie “The Impossible” pushing me down and carrying me here, there, allover the place like I have no controle over it — but thankfully no compound fracture. Basically, I can’t put an order to it and write and I feel that that’s what I need to learn. . . .
For now, I’d like to share that I absolutely hate (and I almost never use that word) that horrible “Good Morning” song that people still insist on using for every coffee stories or window view on instagram… it hits me like severe trypofobia, it’s physically repulsive, absolutely annoying and I officially hate it. It’s probably not a bad song, critically speaking and I get why it sells, but there’s something in that song that to me is simply repugnant.
That being said, I felt like, again, reflecting on last year’s events, its tears and victories, but I decided no. Enough is enough and 2023 looks pretty good so far and I’m ready for what’s ahead.
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Remember that scene from “Man of Steal”, when little Clark Kent locks himself in a cupboard in school? He’s overwhelmed with information he’s not ready for. The world is too loud for him, too bright and of course too big. I can’t say if for every single person on the Planet but it’s definitely like this for me, the tsunami wave, the 18 tabs open in my browser and my heart wanting to jump on the computer in words but all I feel is a knot in my throat. I need to make it smaller and might even be very simplistic, I’m not ready yet to write about my own existential drama, but there are things the forge who we are and we are made of blissfully normal stuff and also complex intricate feelings and thoughts.
Most days, a good-hair day is enough. Good hair means you’re healthy, you’re eating well and you’re wealthy enough to buy good shampoo. Tee tree shampoo will never desapoint, ever. Trust me on this one. Other days are complicated AF and all we want is a shower, hot towels (also a luxury), slide into your pijamas at 4pm and stay there until the next day.
Do. Not. Play. That. Song. Please.
It’s all normal.
It’s fine.
You’re fine.
It’ll be okay.
I got myself a clutch. A red clutch.
If you like vintage, look for “Joan Rivers” items on Poshmark or Etsy and prepare to be amazed… the items go from a cute tiny bee bracelet (which I believe is absolutely essential) to bold statement necklaces. I myself love accessories as my style is pretty basic, jeans + white shirt + flats is my go to so if I don’t put on a sparkle or something a bit more interesting here and there, I’ll look plain allover. And I guess it’s ok to be plain allover too #rbf — something we just want to blend in, right? Now, all I need now is good weather. Conditions that don’t require gloves or a big parka. Currently we need both…
Soon.
Soon-ish.
For now, only this statements: I got myself a clutch. A red clutch.
And seeing it so beautiful in the drawer makes me happy.
Enough of deep thoughts for today.
Signing off,
me — xoxo