I didn’t sleep too well last night, waking up at 6:00am with troubled feelings. They didn’t go away with breakfast so I moved on to the next agenda for the day. Michelle Chen will be delivering some t-shirts to my late-grandma’s house this afternoon, while mom and I are supposed to meet her there. So I put on my make up very early this morning.
Next to my bookshelf is a trolley with brushes, palettes, puffs and sponges. I started to learn professional make up last year in hopes of increasing my earning power eventually. Like a ritual, I began by applying foundation, concealer and loose power before moving onto my eyes, nose, cheeks and lips. Seeing myself transforming the way I look in the mirror caused my heart and mind to relax.
The folds of my cerebral cortex loosened.
Stepping out of my bedroom and into the kitchen, I could now look pass the stench of Mom’s stray cats and their bodily discharge. With a renewed calmness, I studied the living room and decided which bag of t-shirts to load the car with and how many t-shirts from those piles to leave behind for tomorrow’s fundraising event at Taylor’s College.
Had I not calm myself, I’d be obsessing over the stocks back and forth with much frustration.
Writing and reading are introverted activities for me. Make up involves a higher degree of extroversion. Maybe that’s why it calms.