I’d honestly be lost without the Notes app on my iPhone. Not in a dramatic way. In a very real, day-to-day “what was I about to do again?” way. My short-term memory has been playing games with me lately. I’ll think of something important, get distracted for two seconds, and poof…it’s gone. So instead of…
I didn’t grow up knowing anything about skincare. As a teen, I only knew moisturizer, because my skin was desert-dry and it hurt if I skipped it. My friends weren’t into routines, there wasn’t much social media, and brands weren’t everywhere, so… no clue. Then my early 20s arrived, and my skin said surprise. Breakouts….
I’m loyal to one tiny hero: travel dispensers. They let me carry my real skincare in small bottles that fit in my handbag. Facewash, moisturizer, sunscreen, everything done. No more giant tubes. No more hotel minis that break me out. This started on a flight when carry-on rules wouldn’t let my full sizes through. I…
I used to think my plans were the main character. If I worked hard, prayed hard, and scheduled my life like a color-coded spreadsheet, things should land exactly when I wanted them. And when they didn’t? I’d spiral. Why not now? Why not me? Why is this door still not opening? Here’s what I’m learning,…