Did something totally selfless and vain today that can only be enabled by my lack of employment. I spent the day at the beauty salon. I got a manicure, pedicure and a weave take down and reinstallation with some nice little tendrils for good measure. My African Sistas may refer to this as the "wig shaking" experience. Nothing feels quite as soothing as having a man massage and rub your feet for about an hour straight.
Yes. It was a grand 6 hour experience.
I had to take care of my brand. My brand is comprised of my looks, my appearance, my countenance, my psyche and it needed tending to today. I took one hard look at my face in the mirror over the weekend and realized that even though I may be unemployed I am still alive and I am still me, and this me badly needs tending to. I can't be tired, haggard and unkempt - that is not a good look. That is not the image I want to project to the world - that it has beat me. Sacre Bleu! That had to change. You have to have nice hair even if you're still depressed! So I decided to spend the day, a Monday no less, while the rest of the world was at work or school hating their lives, I spent it tending to me and my wellbeing.
It was exceptionally fulfilling, relaxing, exhilarating, a transient escapism from the forlorn reality of my unemployment. However, while I was immersed in that escapist world I refused to let that thought mar my experience. It was my day to be spoiled and I hopelessly and completely embraced every inch of it. I even capped it off by taking myself out for dinner - fresh catfish pepper soup and a glass of Chardonnay.
As I rejoin normalcy (aka real life) with its attendant lack of splendor I feel somewhat (temporarily) equipped, broke but psychologically and of course, aesthetically ready to handle the rejection letters and unreturned phone calls. The holidays are coming after all, I have to ensure that my brand is wrapped up in a big shiny red bow because, who knows what it might bring me - hoping it's a job.
Peace, love and warm hugs to all my singletons. Treat yourself because YOU are the best BRAND there is.
Yes. It was a grand 6 hour experience.
I had to take care of my brand. My brand is comprised of my looks, my appearance, my countenance, my psyche and it needed tending to today. I took one hard look at my face in the mirror over the weekend and realized that even though I may be unemployed I am still alive and I am still me, and this me badly needs tending to. I can't be tired, haggard and unkempt - that is not a good look. That is not the image I want to project to the world - that it has beat me. Sacre Bleu! That had to change. You have to have nice hair even if you're still depressed! So I decided to spend the day, a Monday no less, while the rest of the world was at work or school hating their lives, I spent it tending to me and my wellbeing.
It was exceptionally fulfilling, relaxing, exhilarating, a transient escapism from the forlorn reality of my unemployment. However, while I was immersed in that escapist world I refused to let that thought mar my experience. It was my day to be spoiled and I hopelessly and completely embraced every inch of it. I even capped it off by taking myself out for dinner - fresh catfish pepper soup and a glass of Chardonnay.
As I rejoin normalcy (aka real life) with its attendant lack of splendor I feel somewhat (temporarily) equipped, broke but psychologically and of course, aesthetically ready to handle the rejection letters and unreturned phone calls. The holidays are coming after all, I have to ensure that my brand is wrapped up in a big shiny red bow because, who knows what it might bring me - hoping it's a job.
Peace, love and warm hugs to all my singletons. Treat yourself because YOU are the best BRAND there is.
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