I feel like I've got enough wrinkles to hide third world countries in, and I'm afraid to hug the Munchkin for fear she'll disappear within them.
Now that the life sucking black hole of a course I spent the majority of my life on for the last month is finished I decided I needed a little pick-me-up.
No, I didn't open a bottle of wine, though now that I think about it that sounds like a pretty good idea.
Even this early in the morning.
Instead, I scheduled a day at the spa.
It's rare I trust people with my hair, but my stylist is as much an Angel as her name suggests. My hair is youthful again, and more fitting of the woman I am when I'm not bogged down in analytically heavy colonial reading.
Did I mention I love the random hussy pink and purple streak I have in my otherwise natural strawberry blonde hair?
So now, even though I might feel like this:
I'm actually looking much more like this:
What do you do to rejuvenate yourself when you're feeling aged?
R.S.
