The one about my hair

I woke up yesterday morning feeling a little empty. Not particularly sad but also not particularly happy either. Almost like a standstill. Did I have my day already planned out? Yes. Me being me, I planned out my entire Tuesday. I was going to the gym in the morning, making breakfast, and getting some work done in the first few hours of the day. I work from my computer so there’s some freedom in that. I even schedule my lunch, to keep me focused and organized. Yesterday I went a little off schedule though.

I was scrolling through my photos and I found a picture of me with dark hair and smiling. The picture reminded me of how fun I can be. I posted the picture on Instagram, just as a little throwback. I still went to the gym, hoping it would give me that dopamine I so badly needed, but it didn’t work. I still felt like my mind was only thinking about the next task I had to get done. And I started feeling like my life had become a series of tasks all the time. Seriously there is always something to do. I sound like mangers who tell their employees there’s always something to do or something to clean. That is how I feel all the time, like I always have to be working towards something, or accomplishing something.

I came back from the gym, showered and got ready. As I was showering and using my new shampoo and conditioner, the bottle, beige and white, very minimal esthetic to it, I missed my old shampoo. It was a bright bottle, smelled like fruit and everything nice. The new shampoo and conditioner I use doesn’t really have a scent. It’s sort of bland.