Tuesday, December 13, 2011

wake up o sleeper.

it's looking pretty magical around here. this is the men's side of the salon.


i'm going to start by saying, i really love my new job.
not only that, but the people i work with are just lovely, as well.
very encouraging.
one of our top stylists cut my hair yesterday and she did an amazing job. (obviously.)
my hair, however, is being saved from a very sad state. essentially, my hair has broken off and thinned out because of stress. it's now a smidgen past my shoulders when straight.

wake. up. nitasha.

the past year and a half has been really taxing in so many ways. and i hate to say it, but my piano playing and singing has fallen to the wayside. i mean, there are some good things that have happened and that needed my attention... and though i have been writing, i've done nothing to make them become tangible pieces. my social life has dwindled down, as well. partly because i've been so used to working with friends at a restaurant, and now that isn't the case. partly, because i'm just a bit of a homebody. i've also gone from running around like a mad-woman, to staying predominantly seated during my work day. UGH. nopity. nope. nope.
so it's time to make things move.
i've gotten back into the kitchen some, thanks to pinterest and have made some super yummy treats, including oreo truffles, pumpkin cheesecake, and last night's homemade hot chocolate. DE-LISH.
i've also got the itch to take more photos and get back into some art, as well.
i am on a quest to find a place in nashville that has some seriously good yoga, pilates, dance and kickboxing. whether this is a gym or not, matters not so much to me. i would rather run outside, anyway.
and i need to take a little more 'me' time.
feel a little less guilty for vegging out on the couch to watch a movie or to get caught up on gossip girl or my new fetish, the new girl.
and a vacation needs to be imminent. i mean, in the dead of winter... before spring comes and after christmas. and what with one of my best girlfriends living in kingston jamaica? i mean... more on that later.

it's like i've been laid out after some damage has happened to my heart.
but bed rest time is over.
it's time to work this thing out, and really get going again.

wake. up. nitasha.

1 comment:

frankie said...

I wish you success in ending the bed-rest. I keep saying I am ready to get up and move on, but I keep finding myself drawn back in to the comfort of my broken heart. <3