Welcome Back

3 weeks into working full time and I've already dropped blogging to the bottom of my "get shit done" list. NGL, the first few days of my so-called dream job were absolutely terrible. I was in utter shock that my life had succumbed to a schedule and that my college days were long gone. I would literally stare at each minute on the clock begging for the day to end. I felt as though I had made a huge mistake by agreeing to this job. I am, however, someone who takes a while to adjust to new ideas, experiences, and people. When I ultimately get over my "no new friends" mentality I jump into the unknown headfirst. So now, as reality has settled in I finally enjoy the work that I do. I am very blessed to be in the position I am now, as being unemployed was once the leading cause of my anxiety. My co-workers are hysterical, everyone talks about skincare all day long, and I'm surprisingly talented. I'm very blessed to be where I am in life, yet 97% of the time I am an ungrateful prick.. so here's to complaining less the remainder of 2018. 


Sad to report that the day has come where I sleep by 10 pm every night. It's hard to make time for yourself when most of your day is spent at the office. Some nights I get home around 7 pm and all I want to do is lay for eternity... but I'll push through and catch up with a friend over facetime, watch an episode of The Bold Type, or drive to the gym. I don't have anything figured out yet, but I'd love to be someone who has an elaborate morning routine filled with lemon water, journaling, AM workouts, and meditation.