Today was one of those days that ended up feeling like a hangover from the past few days.

I think adrenaline got me through most of yesterday – just the uncertainty and having to be ‘on’ all the time.  And then today dawned and my body told me – quite firmly – not today.  

Which I completely ignored because I had plans.

It ended up being a good day – good lunch, good conversation.  I even had a decent workout (until the last five minutes when my legs were just d-o-n-e).

As I was falling asleep I remembered I hadn’t blogged. And I knew I couldn’t fall asleep having remembered.  So up I got, eyes full of ointment, hands in gloves and slathered with Aquafor.  It made me think of a conversation I had yesterday about my skin.

I’ve always been kind of a skincare nut.  My mother was a nut, my grandmother was a nut, my aunt is a nut.  It’s a nighttime (day time/all the time) ritual that I find comfort in, relaxation.  But as I told my mother-in-law yesterday, my skin isn’t just a result of skincare.  And it doesn’t happen overnight.

Most things in life – like my skin, or my legs, or my hair or anything really – are the result of putting in the time and working toward a goal (or a standard, depending on what it is).  My skin is about what I eat, how much water I drink, how much sleep I get, how I deal with stress, etc etc.  And people can use all the same products I use but their skin won’t look like mine — because it isn’t just the moisturizers and the exfoliators and the serums.  It’s everything.  Consistently.

Like my eye drops to keep my eyes lubricated.   And gloves and aquafor to keep my hands moisturized.  It’s about consistency.  Not losing sight of the reasons for doing it in the first place.

I’m rambling because I’m tired but I think there’s a point in there somewhere.

Off to get my eight hours.

Xox, g