Last year, I failed miserably at striking a healthy balance between school, work, and social things. I was constantly obsessed with maintaining a certain GPA, and I often felt guilty when I chose to spend downtime with friends. I did not have quiet time, and I did not find the time to simply be still.
This semester, I am making a few changes. I’m taking fewer classes (16 credit hours as opposed to 19) and will only be participating in one extracurricular club. I’m also auditioning for less dance pieces, and instead choosing to audition for only 3 or 4 this semester.
I am going to make an effort to go to the gym and eat healthier– that way when stress kicks in, my immune system won’t be completely wrecked.
I am going to find the time to go to small groups, invest in people, and to be still.
This summer seemed like it would never end– until I finished my intenship. Since August began, the days have been flying by. I move back to school this weekend, which is absolutely crazy, especially since I haven’t begun packing or ordering books. Oops.
I did have the opportunity to go on a mini road trip with my very bestest friend ever. We hiked, explored, and were complete beach bums. We saw endless chick flicks in empty theaters, flea marketed, and made a field trip to build a bear. We ate tons of amazing food, and I am legitimately concerned about fitting into my leotards next week.
Though this summer has been short, it has been lovely. Besides the road trip, I reconnected with a few old high school friends, and we’ve grown close. It’s funny how people you would never picture yourself befriending end up becoming some of your favorite people.
This week will be bittersweet indeed. I am beyond excited to begin sophomore year, and to be reunited with my college friends. (I’m even looking forward to my classes!) But I feel like this month has all but disappeared. This last week will be spent wrapping up summer classes, packing, and resting as much as possible. Next week will bring 8 am ballet classes, and strength training, as we head back for conditioning week.
It’s no secret that I’m a huge fan of lipstick; in fact, now that my internship is over, wearing a daily bright lip is one of the things I’m most looking forward to. (In addition to catching up on sleep, reading, and drinking copious amounts of coffee with fellow basic girls).
Anywho, I’ve been obsessed with bold colors forever, and I finally became courageous enough to wear them casually last school year. Since then, some favorite shades have emerged—including Maybelline’s Carnation Cabernet (hot pink), CoverGirl’s Tempt (a red pink), Maybelline’s Bit of Berry (a dark plum pink), Rimmel’s Matte Kiss of Fire (Taylor Swift red), and my absolute favorite: Rimmel’s Matte 107 (a deep, vampy red). I apparently do not tolerate noncommittal shades like nudes, pastels, or peaches. Also, I may or may not have a problem.
Lipstick is so cool. I mean, you don’t really see much variation within eyeliner or foundation—and I’m not a huge fan of eyeshadow. Lipstick makes women look confident, ambitious, and polished. It makes them look more distinct, and more unique. It’s like wonderful, colorful frosting.
I’m pretty sure that lipstick is what turns uncollected 20 somethings into Professional Adult Ladies. Chapstick and lipgloss are so adolescent. (Also, there have been studies that show that lipstick enthusiasts tend to be more confident, and hold higher power jobs)!
p.s. I know that people say that guys don’t like it, or whatever. That’s an absolute load of crap. Do what you want; if a guy doesn’t have enough testosterone to deal with your lipstick, then he’s weak and you shouldn’t want him.