Ladies. Curl Your Damn Hair.
This quarantine has everyone turned upside down and we are learning that we are actually social people. We have been stuck in our houses with our kids, spouses, and pets (lets be real, the pets aren’t the issue here) We can’t remember the last time we put on real pants and goodness only knows the last time we actually put on our makeup. All of this has us down. I mean really, really down. We are depressed and have no idea how we got here.
Working moms, stay at home moms, working ladies, and everything in between were completely cut off from social interaction. We have lost our spark. Our drive. And even our ability to tell which day it is. Face it, we are LOST.
I woke up yesterday, completely defeated. My husband just told me I put on weight. I didn’t feel pretty. I wasn’t my typical put together self. I was back in a dark place that I hadn’t been in since the accident, and didn’t even realize it. What feels like day 5,374 of quarantine was only the 3rd week. I know that my life has made some adjustments since I closed JPS and we decided to move into the bus. Truth be told, I am actually insanely happy with our new bus life. I went to my networking meetings, met a friend for coffee, and put on real clothes. I felt like I had a purpose, a mission. My mission was to inspire people to be the greatest version of themselves. And now, here I am. Lost in an extremely dark place, wearing yoga pants, and drinking wine at 2pm.
Out of the blue, one of my friends I hadn’t talked to in a while sent me a message. Her message was telling me how much she looked up to me and how I inspired her to be a better person. Talk about a reality check. I had been so down and I didn’t realize the impact I had made on people and continue to make. For me, social interaction is everything. In order to “recharge” my spark, I have to go to meetings, events, and coffee clubs. I NEED social interaction to thrive and feel validated ( I know the introverts reading this are thinking I am insane right now, but it is just what makes me tick). That message though, was exactly what I needed to realize I am effing awesome. Quarantine be damned, I am still beautiful, I am still eccentric, witty, fun, inventive, exciting, and kind. Just because I had to size up in yoga pants over this social distancing doesn’t make me any less of the great person that I am.
I knew I had a Zoom meeting with my networking group today and damnit, I curled my hair. I did my makeup. I wore real clothing. I was ME. You know what? It felt amazing. I was inspired and energized. I had that spark coursing through my veins. I felt alive again. All it took was dusting off my curling iron and curling my hair. No, doing your hair and putting on some mascara isn’t a “fix all” cure, but it sure helps to get you in the right direction.
We have to keep ourselves going during this time, encouraging EACH OTHER. I guarantee you, if you wake up 30 minutes earlier than normal, put your face on, and do your hair, you are going to start feeling like yourself again. You are going to be more accomplished and productive. Your mindset will start to shift out of an extremely dark space into a lighter one. Day by day, hour by hour, you won’t let quarantine consume you, simply by remembering who you are. So ladies, go curl your damn hair.