I never wanted a Twitter account. During our designated phone time, I would glance at my boyfriend’s phone and watch him scroll through Twitter. Just looking from afar, Twitter appeared to be the most scattered social media site I had ever seen. As someone who genuinely loves organization, Twitter just didn’t seem like the app for me.
It’s crazy to think I started college a year ago. I was brimming with so much anxiety and dread. Just like most major life events, college is idealized in the media. College websites show happy students studying in the grass. Movies portray college life as one huge party with drugs, bad decisions, etc. I just didn’t didn’t know what to expect.
A year ago, my Nana passed away. I really can’t believe it’s been a year. Looking back, losing my Nana was one of the hardest times I had ever gone through. I had just graduated high school (I feel so thankful that she was able to attend that ceremony) and then I started college just a few months after she died. It felt like I was hit with an unstoppable wave of change.
When it comes to taking care of my face, I am sooo committed to a good skincare routine. I mask, exfoliate, use serums and toner, basically everything. However, when it comes to taking care of the skin on my body, I rarely do anything more than use body wash and moisturize daily. I’ve been trying to take better care of the skin on the rest of my body so I started making this body scrub! Bonus, you probably already have the ingredients in your kitchen.
This week has been really tough on me and has also been a great lesson on saying “no” to things that don’t enrich my life in any way. In the past five years or so, I’ve frequently agreed to doing activities others ask me to do simply because I feel guilty and obligated to help out. Big surprise, I typically end up regretting it.
I was able to develop a really good routine for myself last semester, but now that my classes are out of the picture, that routine is gone. I’ve been in a funk lately because my days are very empty and honestly, quite boring now that I’m on summer break. You know when you’re at your busiest and you think “I wish I had more time to do _____” or “there’s so much I have to do and so little time do it”? Now I have so much time, but there’s not enough pressure to complete those activities. I am definitely in a “funk”.