Monday Mood

I've been glued to updating my resume since 7 PM today, and only now have I found the time to even think about updating my blog. These past few days, my playlist has been on a relentless repeat of Lewis Capaldi's Wish You the Best. Honestly, he’s got to be the best at producing heartbreak in audio form. His voice just hits right in my soul. I can't wait for him to release even sadder songs in the future – I need more tears in my life, clearly.

So, today has been one of those very busy Monday office days, where piles of work just waited for me over the weekend. I’ve barely had time to sit down, let alone drink my water. I seriously need a personal assistant just to remind me to hydrate. I can go an entire day without drinking a drop and not even feel thirsty. This is probably why my skin looks like the Sahara. I admire those who can actually take care of themselves – you know, the ones who drink water, exercise, and don’t have skin that looks like it’s about to crack.

I’m trying to take care of myself. I eat, I sleep (sometimes), and I try to live. I’ve realized I don’t need much food—just the very specific cravings at very specific times. But I do need a lot of sleep. Turns out, my dark circles have been sneaking up on me like unwanted party guests, and I didn’t even notice. People are starting to ask, "Did you sleep?" because I always look like I’m running on fumes, with my dead fish eyes staring back at them. But honestly, how can I stay awake during boring meetings or workplace moments of pure torture? I’m pretty sure my soul leaves my body the second I step into them.