I never knew fake hair could completely unlock my alter ego. I went from normal AJ to Real Housewives of Little Rock ready in like, 30 seconds. I swung this thing around all day long, living my best Ariana Grande life. I’m convinced fake hair gives you super powers. I’ve already ordered two more ponies because I also discovered it’s the best way to distract people from dirty hair. THAT’S the real super power.
I've been going on what I like to call "The AJ Humiliation Tour" lately. It started with losing my job a few weeks ago, followed by not getting a job I should've been a shoe-in for, and ended this week with a mental breakdown at the unemployment office. Losing a job is a bit like a messy break up, really. I've spent a lot of my time eating Cheez-its on the couch and watching countless episodes of Game of Thrones. I've cycled through the stages of grief, going from sad to angry back to sad again. I've updated my dating profile (LinkedIn, of course) and spent a lot of time thinking about what comes next.
And then last week, something clicked in my brain and I thought...could I do this on my own? Maybe it's because I re-read #Girlboss recently, but I feel like it might be time to start building my own business. And that thought terrifies me.
So if you know anyone who needs help with their social media, I'm your girl. After doing it for my agency clients, the whole thing is a well-oiled machine. It's what I'm good at. It's what I love doing. I'm ready for this (she says, still trying to convince herself a little). I've spent this week thinking up names and starting on a website, so I haven't been wearing clothes so much as the same pair of black cotton shorts while I type away on the couch. When I do get dressed, I make sure to wear something cheery to remind myself that I am awesome, and I am more than my job. For that, daisy prints always do the trick.
I should be ashamed, putting up a Fourth of July outfit on the FIFTH. But, I wore it on the fourth and then I went to bed when I was done watching fireworks, so what's a girl to do? Coming up later this week: A romper I wore five days ago. Clearly, timeliness and the blog don't mix.
If nothing else...you can never accuse me of putting things on the blog I didn't wear. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an American Flag tattoo I need to scrub off my face. It's been there since Sunday. America!