Not mySelf; 7 May 19, 2
I wish I could say this is about being vulnerable or some other deeply profound reflection of life. But I have been pondering authenticity and this is far from that. I needed 10 minutes of quiet. That’s what my baths are for me. 10 minutes away from the kids and dogs and noise. I have enough noise going on in my head as it is. It’s 10 minutes of focusing on not cutting myself while I shave, not caring that the sweat is making my makeup melt off because I forgot to “properly” wash my face beforehand. It’s accepting the raccoon eyes from the mascara, which is either dripping from tears or the water, or both. For those precious 10 minutes, the mask of being “ok” is washed down the drain before the next one goes back on in its place.