(Step 0.2: Don’t.)
(Step 0.2: Don’t.)
If you’re anything like me, you probably start the day off like this.
So today we’re going to work on a breathing exercise.
Subtitle: Maybe if I write this out I’ll take my own advice or something I dunno.
What is: hustling.
Hustling is when you bust that backside and get things done in a fast-paced, excellent way, keeping up energy and pace while doing so. If you rode the New York City subway anytime during the warmer months this year, Vitamin Water had a whole campaign about their difference elixirs supporting your hustle. Casper mattresses support your hustle. In fact, I think the only services not promoting a hard working culture were like, the antisocial Seamless/GrubHub ads and the StreetEasy ads targeting gentrifiers but I digress.
New York City freaking hustles, mmkay. Read More
sat down with cold tea
wrote some cover letters why
does no one want me
– basically a kigo, ne?
Last one of this set. It’s been really fun trying out all of Penhaligon’s interpretations of womans’ fragrance, and I didn’t think I’d like this company anymore than I did but this set was delightful and now I own at least a little bit of 7 of their fragrances, which is crazy! The only other quantities I have to rival it is my number of L’Artisans and Annick Goutals. I love Serge Lutens as well, but I have like nothing sample or FB-wise relative to the number of fragrances I could have.
Alright, no more daydreaming. Let’s get on with the last one, shall we?
Disclaimer: I don’t like iris in perfume. Serge Lutens Silver Iris Mist, while I appreciate it as a lovely work of art, is like huffing Vaseline lotion (the one that comes in the regular cream-yellow pump bottle) and carrots. Tauer’s Lonesome Rider would have hit all my happy spots…if the iris wasn’t so prominent. And so on.
my favorite music is the kind that plunges you into the water and forces me through a tunnel,
funneling you into a pool of sharded light that opens up for only me
broken and splintered in parts, and threatening to fall apart on you, but holding itself
together for my flight
or your descent
or my descent
and lifts you by the chest
to throw me into the ground.