A friend told me recently I have an addictive personality when I said I can't stop wanting red boots. Guilty as charged. Growing up is so much easier than I expected. But, so much of it is also surreal. I am 37 in a few weeks and I'm weirdly into it.
In life, if you're not loving yourself, you're doing it wrong. But if you're loving yourself too much, and blinded to self-improvement by narcissism or denial, you're also doing it wrong. Life is about walking this weird fine line between really hard and really effortless.
If you're hoping to get married, spoiler alert: I recommend at least one practice marriage or to wait until you're a bit older to avoid a tremendous mess up. I went the practice marriage route, and that can be expensive, financially and emotionally. But you bet your boots it ensures you don't do it wrong the second time around. I have no idea how it works to nail it the first time at a young age. Is that even realistically possible?
I'm wearing Fleur du Mal. It's kind of a dream bodysuit. I have this weird relationship with velvet (and no, we've never been married) because it is a totally amazing but totally terrifying fabric. Like the best lovers, the highs with velvet are so high. But the lows are really low.
May your velvet be as smooth as your Wednesday.