Oops, hi! You guys haven’t heard from me in a while, have ya? I think I owe you a Zest’s of Life newsletter for my birthday, right? Well, today is not the day cuties. There’s something else I have to talk about first. And that is rest.
The weekend of my birthday was a little exhausting. It might have been the tequila shots and the blisters that were so intense I couldn’t sleep (but worth it because I got them wearing my new Jil Sanders flats.) or the fact that I got my period in my white dress at my birthday dinner and had to walk out in front of everyone in the patio with a very large stain. I’ll admit that was not exhausting, it was mostly hilarious as I don’t get embarrassed easily, especially if it means I get more attention. It was a bummer I stained the dress with mother nature’s paint though. (period blood!) I wanted to throw a party but unfortunately, too many people had covid.
Anyway, the whole weekend was a roller coaster of period cramps, a hangover, rainy weather, etc. so I was looking forward to starting the week ahead that would surely be filled with a bunch of perfect, lovely days. Here’s what I was thinking:
We just got outdoor furniture and I can work outside!
It’s JUNE! and I love summer.
Long weekend! I planned on having my perfect little day on Monday, it was Memorial Day and I could relax.
On Tuesday we had an exciting launch at work and I was already completely prepared. The Sunday Scaries would be completely non-existent.
So naturally, I woke up with the worst stomach ache on Monday. Nothing could make it go away and I realized I had to commit to a painful day in bed. I woke up on Tuesday even worse. I was so achy I couldn’t move and spent most of the day working from the tub.
STUNNING.
I realized it was time to just surrender and stop forcing myself to have all these perfect days. I finally realized that the best birthday gift I could give to myself is to just let it go and get back to things when I was ready. I remembered on Monday that the best part of my day was watching the Kardashians and chugging liquid IV, just letting myself be sick, as I accepted the day for what it was. Maybe I could sit back and let the good days come to me, instead of trying to control everything. And guess who woke up ready to rock today? Me. obviously.
Here’s the thing: if you’re feeling off, just let yourself be off. And you probably need more sleep. I know I do.
xx, Chloe
Don’t worry my birthday was still so sexy, here’s proof: