There are a few things I’ve been particularly into recently, including but not limited to caffeine by way of Diet Coke from Sonic, a few blog posts that make me feel things (not like, sexually, stop being gross) and hair products. What can I say, I am a complex woman of deep mystery. Today I’m going to tell you what those are and obviously make your life much richer and more meaningful as a result, so buckle up.
Lavender Oil on My Pillow
Last night Natalie came over for an at-home Taco Tuesday happy hour, and after we gorged ourselves on greasy crispy beefies (that sounds dirty) and boxed wine to the point where our pants no longer buttoned, she showed me a ton of her fun new DoTerra essential oils. She mixed two for me to try: one to combat the migraines and headaches I get with annoying frequency, and another to help me relax and sleep. That one smells like lavender and I dropped it aaaaaaaall up on my pillow and fell asleep with visions of purple technicolor fields dancing through my mind. (By the way, Natalie, what’s the street name for that stuff?) Anyway. Lavender. On my pillow. That shiz my jam.
Sonic’s 99-Cent Large Fountain Drinks Before 10 AM
I think Sonic may be a southern thing, but let me just say there is no Diet Coke on earth more wonderful than one you get from Sonic for 99 cents before 10 a.m. I wish I could tell you I didn’t stop for one three out of five weekday mornings. I really wish I could.
So I’m late to this party, and have unwittingly been robbing myself of the most wonderful hair product in the whole wide history of hair products. I’ve used baby powder in lieu of dry shampoo for years, thinking they were one and the same, just with different price tags. Lo and behold, I had no idea how vastly wrong I was. Plus I got the Suave brand from the dollar store for like, two bucks, so it was still well within my cheap-o budget. And let me tell you, this stuff has changed my life. What’s that? You like my hair? Thanks. Haven’t washed it in four days.
Brittany Gibbons’ Post Yesterday
Brittany Gibbons of Brittany Herself is one of my most favorite writers out there. I’ve read her blog for a long time, and still embarrassingly read posts from many moons ago when I need a laugh. She’s darn talented, y’all, and she just happens to also be in the process of writing her debut novel. Actually, hers is complete and will be available for purchase in May. Yesterday she posted about how she didn’t “write” a book per se, but rather “struggled through a book, cried through a book, ate cheeseburgers through a book,” etc. And it got me right in the feels. Writing –for me, at least– is a solitary activity, and it’s easy to let yourself get bogged down in the highly romanticized idea of creativity and the perceived glamour of putting pen to paper. When in fact my writing process is ugly, usually unshowered (heyooo dry shampoo) and can be quite frustrating and doubt-inducing at times. Brittany’s post made me feel like I am not alone, that other creative struggle with the same things I do, and that heck yes I not only can, but WILL edit this damn novel.
Amber Thomas’ Post Today
Have you read Amber’s post today? You should. Go do it right now. I’ll wait. Okay, you’re done? Good. Let’s talk. I loved this story, and I was privileged to get to hear it from start to end straight from the source. Not only is her prose beautiful and lyrical and stunning and graceful and everything I wish mine was, but girlfriend also got me right in the feels. How easy it is for me to love Andy when things are easy, when life is good. But loving him and working as a team when, say, a garage door suddenly breaks at bedtime? That’s where it’s hard, and making an active choice to intentionally love your partner is more important than ever. Amber’s posts have a way of making me laugh while also convicting the shortcomings of my heart and challenging me to love my husband better.
The *Idea* of Exercise
Ugh grumble grumble grumble. I hate exercise. I have never been athletic, ever. It’s just not my spiritual gift. Sure, at 5’9” I look like I should be great at basketball or volleyball or something but dang. If you ever need to feel better about yourself, ask me to play a sport with you. Then watch me fail miserably. Unfortunately heart problems run in my family, and this weekend my 23-year-old brother had a scare (he turned out to be just fine). Is it just me or is that too young for potential heart problems? It’s making me reconsider the idea of exercise not just to look a certain way or fit into a certain pair of pants, but to take care of my body. Because apparently science isn’t as advanced as to be harvesting backup body doubles just yet.
Another party to which I am late, but hello this app is so much fun. Why did you guys not tell me sooner? I will not offer you naked pics of boobie shots (I know, I’m super lame) but if you’re interested in unattractive selfies and pictures of my cats, we can be snapchat friends.
Happy Humday, friends!
—The Wife in Training