I'm fancy.

I'm terrible at painting my nails.  Awful.  You would truly think I grew up without nail polish, or maybe I was the only girl with seven brothers. Nope. I bought at least two bottles every time a new Avon campaign started, and, although I was an only child, I had three aunts not even six years older than me. I'm a girl. A girl with no future as a manicurist.

I recently found Gelous, though, a non-UV gel nail polish. Now my poorly applied nail polish lasts for about five days without a chip! So I can look like a kindergartener who got into the finger paints FOR FIVE DAYS!  Sold.

Not gonna lie, totally found the product on Pinterest.

This Is 31.

I recently watched This Is 40. I thought I'd like it more.  Maybe it touched too many nerves for me: raising kids, struggling in this broken economy, parental issues as an adult child, remembering to not take your spouse for granted after 10+ years of marriage.

I think I need to see it again. 

Lady Lumps.

My back has been itchy this week. I figured it was dry skin and took special care to dry myself off really well after my shower this morning. But all day long today, my back was itchy. "I'm wearing a sweater," I thought, "Terrible idea in this dry weather."

Cut to me changing into my comfy clothes tonight. I touched my back and was horrified! It felt like tiny pimples! All over! I called my husband in to tell me what it looked like, and after trying to figure out what I've done differently in the last few days, it dawned on me: I changed not only fabric softeners but dryer sheets, too.

So now my dilemma: Do I rewash all my clothes? Do I rewash EVERYONE'S clothes? I did some spring cleaning Easter weekend so I did a bunch of laundry. This is a bummer. Not as big a bummer as being covered in contact dermatitis...

Hello.

I've returned.  And like all New Year's Resolutions, the Positivity Proposal has fallen by the wayside.  Although I no longer check Facebook 469268 times a day. I actually haven't checked it in about 18 hours. 

I don't miss it. I don't miss Twitter,  either, as I also decided to limit my involvement there. I only access my account a handful of times a week now. Mainly while watching RuPaul's Drag Race.

Busy.

I'm overwhelmed. I feel like this isn't living. I truly hate the glorification of busy. I grew up in a house that glorified being busy; I was taught, even if nonverbally, if you aren't busy, you're lazy.

Now, in my 30s, I see that busyness is running away. I see it's distraction. Or, in some cases, it's trying to survive.

Stop glorifying busy. It's the enemy.

Etsy.

Real posts just aren't coming right now. I've been taking joy in browsing Etsy. I've been an Etsy shopper for years, but I just recently started curating treasuries. Today, one of mine landed on the front page!

Stress.

I haven't updated in a bit because I've been having a rough few days. I don't like airing my dirty laundry, so I've been keeping to myself. I will say, however, that I. Am. Stressed.

I'm starting to return to my normal self physically (stomach bug!), and I hope once I do, I'll feel able to handle everything else I have on my plate. I need to. The only way out is through.

Onward.