I feel like a punk, y’all. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I used to be fearless. Here I am at 31 years old and I get all anxious and nerve rack’y over doing something SO simple. Something that I’ve done a gajillion times before. Why am I freaking out over this?
The Makeup Show NYC is coming up and I very impulsively booked a flight to go. I used to go to this show regularly and that whole kid life + limited personal days due to work things put a damper on all of that. But now I’m self-employed and I’ve got a husband with a super flexible schedule who took the time off so that he could take care of home while I travel. I get to hang out with friends and brands, run up and down those New York City streets, eat fancy food and sleep. I get to sleep! I haven’t slept a good 4 hours straight in monthsssss. Leaving mommy duties and the babies at home means I can get interrupted sleep. This is exciting, right?