I put on make up this morning…well truly it was already afternoon. Dressed in jean shorts and a white shirt I drove myself across the bay and out of Niceville.
If you knew me you would know that I took a long break from make up, partly because it had turned into an obsessive money sucking ritual and partly because I hated looking at my face without it. I have come to find that holding my current VIB status at Sephora is of little importance, but hell if I want to treat myself to a new blush I’m not going to admonish myself all the way home.
That elusive word I have been chasing down in multiple areas of my life finds me here as well.
Today I see the applying of make up as self-care, just as putting on clothes that aren’t yoga pants, self-care. Because for awhile I didn’t care, and I think that caring is important, it keeps us whole.
The air begins to dance and I get that unspoken feeling. You know when you feel the wind stir and somehow it transmits a message from the clouds? As if letting you know that they are full and about to spill at any moment. That message swirls around me, and I hurry into where my car has lead me, the Home Depot greenhouse.
I am in search of plants to test out my green thumb.
Asplenium nidus, that is fun to say. Distractedly, I find myself looking at the tomato plants, which on third thought, I don’t think would grow best in my bedroom. Succulent. That word feels full in my mouth. I buy two.
The wind was right, as always, I make my way through the rain and I feel full.
Plants, they are not complicated.