What a weird week. After two of days of 'Thank God, I'm Free at Last,' the reality of a lost dream has set in.
I am resilient, and I'll recover, but maybe not today. Not yet.
Trying to coax my peppy back, I wore Kelly Caleche, one of my go-to perfumes.
It wasn't right at all.
Today begged for a dark perfume.
Borneo 1834 would have been perfect to reflect the shadow of my mood and provide the pencil shavings/patchouli/dry cocoa comfort that smells like my natural skin, only more.
Interesting how one loss triggers others. Had this job opportunity passed me by at another time, it may not feel big at all. But now, combined with everything else, it feels like a lingering winter resisting the thaw.
Hoping for Springtime soon.