I always figured I was of the impatient kind. And that nothing in the world could ever change that.
As someone that was used to grasping new things quickly, I never really had the patience to sit down and try long and hard. That almost broke my neck in medical school, as some of the topics required me to just do things repeatedly until I had memorized them by heart – a concept that to this day doesn´t agree with me.
That is just the way it is, I told myself. I will lead a long, happy and impatient life.
I bet you have read it by now: Sali Hughes “A love letter to red lipstick”, published in British Vogues August 2018 issue.
“Red is for life, a state of mind, a personality type, a tribe. It’s beauty’s boldest, chicest, most iconic and attention-grabbing badass. And like all the best things, it’s simply not for everyone. But it is always, and forever, for me.“ – Sali Hughes, „A love letter to red lipstick“, British Vogue 08/2018
And in a world full of makeup trends that come and go, I agree. Red lipstick isn´t a trend. It is a state of mind.
10 years ago though, red lipsticks wasn´t something found in my bag. In fact, I was kind of a late bloomer in terms of red, starting to wear it at the no longer tender age of 29.
Makeup, yes, I wore makeup before that. Smokey eyes, heavy layers of foundation, I wasn´t shy in terms of painting my face. But I had read that thin lips don´t suit bold colors, and my insecure self stuck to neutrals and lip balm.
Half of the year is gone by now, and while I don´t want to join the chorus of those that express their surprise about how time is flying (it isn´t, at least not always, but I will come to that another time), I do want to take the opportunity to reflect on how far I have come with what I wanted to achieve.
And to address upcoming changes, which I, ironically, also did six months ago, in my first blog post after my Christmas break. I promise it is not a series!
To get up to speed, I recommend you read the blogpost first (click) and then join me in dissecting how things have evolved since.
Back in January, after thinking long and hard about it, because thinking long and hard is what you do between Christmas and New Year Eve, as long as you are not feasting and getting drunk, which for me, with two little kids, rarely happens, so after thinking long and hard about it I decided I wanted to set up a strategy. For my blog. And for You Tube. A plan for me to decide which social media to focus on, where to invest my time, everything needed to work towards the goal of making money from blogging.
When I uploaded this vlog to You Tube, I did of course add tags. I mean, even if this is just a rambly video of me looking pretty worn because it was the end of a long day and I desperately needed to wash my hair, even then I want it to rank in You Tube search.
Actually, I have been reading a lot about SEO and ranking and videography lately, but I´ll get to that a little later.
So when I used the tag: „Taking a break“, I instantly got a ton of suggested tags along the lines of: „Life Update: Getting a divorce“ or „Life update: Why we broke up“. Which, I assure you guys, is totally NOT what has been going on lately.
I mean, we are not even „on a break“ in a Friends kind of way. We are perfectly fine.
You have heard me complain about our garden numerous times, either on social media or even on the blog here.
And I will keep complaining, this is just what I do, and gardening is a ton of work. But at the same time I am incredibly grateful for the opportunity I have to teach the kids.
I watched my mother grow herbs, cook jam from fruits in our garden, she even baked our bread from scratch back then. Now those were different times, it was near to impossible to buy organic, Tschernobyl had just happened and the importance of wholesome nutrition was on the rise.
Ever since I moved out, I always had a clean and clutter free space. Which was actually kind of surprising for my parents, because all through adolescence my room was a huge mess.
Laundry, books, school papers – everything in piles on the floor. But as soon as I had my own space to take care of, that changed.
I often wondered why that was the case, and for the longest time I thought it was a part of growing up and being more responsible. Or maybe due to the fact that when I threw the freshly washed laundry in a heap on the bed where it would slowly make its way to the floor to mix with the dirty laundry, it was a lot more work for me.
But interestingly enough, none of that was the actual reason.