Mexico & 9-to-5 Fashion

Here are some pictures of my trip to Tulum, Mexico that I shared on Instastories earlier this month.

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We only stayed four days but I wanted to sell all my things and stay forever. Well…not my camera. Or my laptop. Oh, and I definitely wanted to keep alllll of my snakeskin footwear. Okay, I guess what I’m saying is not forever but I definitely would have liked to stay about three more weeks. But I was lucky enough to be able to go in the first place, so I won’t be that annoying person who complains about great things happening to them. Nobody likes that person.

I’m definitely in my element when there are straw hats, bike rides, the ocean, and no alarm clocks in the morning. Can you imagine if I were filthy rich?! You’d probably never hear from me again! I’d be on a French island sleeping in and jumping off cliffs into the ocean. You could likely reach me through my mom, though. There’s no way she’d let me get by without updating her a few times per day.

Since I’ve been back I’ve been preparing for my new job, which starts next week.

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Guys, I can’t even let myself think about the actual substance and responsibilities of the job, because that makes me freak out. So many nerves! So I’m focusing on safe things like fashion! I’ve finally settled on the vibe I’m going for…

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I mean… Right?! It took a lot of online shopping and a lot of returning online shopping, but I think I aced the vibe. We’ll see. I’m pretty excited about not having to wake up at the ass-crack of dawn and actually having time in the mornings to spend on my winged eyeliner, ya know? That will be a luxury.

Guys, the weather forecast this week in Atlanta is mid-nineties. It’s not even June. What the actual fuck? But I suppose if the temperature is the biggest thing I have to complain about right now, I’ll take it! But seriously…nineties?! Come on!

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The Salt Water Cure

Several years ago I had a private blog that I used to share with only a small number of people. It was called Kristin’s A Jerk, so you can probably imagine some of the things I would write.  I would vent to my friends about whatever was pissing me off at work, at home, at the grocery store. I used strings of vulgarities, plotted practical jokes, and derided people for frequently misspelling words on Facebook. I miss it.

Not only because I can’t write about the idiots I encounter daily, but because I miss being able to write about all the things/people that gave me the most joy, the times that I have been broken and the people who put me back together, the times I have been lost and scared, and the times I have been so happy I thought I would burst wide open.

If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not a big share-er. I’m okay sharing anger and incredulity with people all day, but that’s about as far as it goes. I don’t even know what my point is except that I miss writing that way. Maybe one day I just won’t care and I’ll be like,  “I have all the feels and I’m not afraid to share all the feels with you!” I mean, I doubt it. But stranger things have happened.

I will say, though, that things have been trying lately so I took a quick vacation so as to prevent future gray hairs. I went to the beach, which is very unlike me. I don’t like most things about the beach during summer. Sun beating down directly on my skin? Kill me now. Birds flying over my head ready to shower me with poop at any moment? This is not okay. Sand burning my feet? Nope. None of that makes a good time.

BUT at night, I love the beach. I find it very peaceful and beautiful and soothing. The sunsets, the stars, the sounds. Those things just can’t be beat. So during the day I stayed indoors, refused to put on pants, drank lemon drops, ate croissants, and napped. And at night I grudgingly put on pants, drank more lemon drops, took pictures of the beach, stared at stars (I’m obsessed with stars), and made up dumb jokes and laughed at all of them (I’m my own biggest fan).

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It was a good escape and just what I needed.

Although, returning to real life where pants are required can be quite shocking to your system.