November already? Really??
Honestly, even Halloween was barely a blip on my radar. I don't know when I went from normal-anxiety-level-I-deal-with-daily to HolyShitI'mNotTalkingToAnyone. But it happened and it happened fast. Thank goodness my husband picked up the slack (I felt so bad for ditching), and took BB trick or treating. At least as a quick homage, I put on some very dark purple lipstick. Which requires sandpaper to remove.
But I pull off Gothic so well.
Really, though. I get so many suggestions on how to remove stay-on matte lipstick and all that has ever worked for me is a wet, hot washcloth and vigorous scrubbing for a bit. And then my lips look all red and angry, and I no longer pull off any look, unless "is that contagious?" is a look.
But November! New month! I've been concentrating on months as new rather than waiting the whole year. Sometimes it feels a little overwhelming, but the trick is to set goals and if you aren't where you want to be the next month, then have the same goals. Until you get there. Wherever there is. Even if *there* is "I got out of bed just to get this energy drink."
My goal for this month is positivity. Like attracts like, and I want to attract positivity. So, self care is a must (difficult when you kind of just want to go to bed at 8 pm). And treating others with kindness (I'm from Texas. That's what we're known for. And Bar B Q). And generally try not to fall into the same traps. Avoid arguing if you can, but if you have to take a stand, do it from a place of love. Writing, journaling, blogging. Creative outlets instead of bottled emotions you keep hidden because you don't want people to hate you.
That's just me though. I'm the kind of person that feels like people hate me because I'm anxious or depressed. Mainly because what should be my support group views mental disorders as issues you could fix if you wanted to or just excuses to avoid things. It's almost 2020 and people are still stupid. Who knew?
Ooo, that last sentence was very much on the negative side. Um ... it's 2020 and some people need me in their lives to show them that mental disorders are actual illnesses instead of something I want to have because ice cream.
