Sometimes a little bit of liner means a lot.

There’s been some unexpected big life changes in my world recently – nothing too crazy, just some job-related stuff. Although the most important things are still okay (health, family and having a roof over my head), I’ve been feeling like things are shifting in ways that I would’ve never expected.

I think the main thing is that, well, I’m changing. I’ve been craving stability more than anything, and freelance life is so up and down. It can be emotionally draining.

With writing, I’ve always steadfastly known, deep in my core, that I will always land on my feet, but lately, I’ve been wondering if it’s time to dream a new dream.

I don’t know what that looks like, but I’ve decided to open myself up to the universe and see where things take me.

Anywho, I was thinking about all this yesterday *except* for a brief window when I was at Sephora, exchanging the stick of black liquid liner by Rare Beauty that went wonky on me.

To be honest it’s been kinda exhausting to be all up in my head ALL THE TIME lately, but for the few minutes when I was chatting with the nice sales associate about the pros and cons of brush tip versus felt lip liquid liner, my spirit felt lighter.

It just reminded me that there are some small things that one can always depend on, like a thin swish of black liquid liner on the upper lash line, to always bring you back to center.

Even though I’ve worn very little makeup in the last few years compared to The Before Times (pre-pandemic), I still really, really love it for the stability it gives me.

I might be changing in ways I didn’t expect, but some things, like black eyeliner, stay steadfastly the same. Makeup has always been an anchor for me, and I’ll always appreciate it for that reason.

Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,