I have to be honest with you.
I’m far less interesting now that I’m basically off alcohol. I tried to keep up my charade the first few months of 2017, telling myself that this is all so temporary and I’ll get my psoriasis under control and I can go back to my happy hour cocktails and beers once again. I’m still hip. I’m still funny. I can still go out and socialize.
For the past decade, alcohol had been my go to socialization primer*. I imbibed in it often enough to tell myself I’m not really introverted after all, I’m just a mild extrovert. (Sure seems like it when you drink every night.) Without alcohol, I struggle to get most thoughts out of my head. With alcohol, there’s no gap in response time or hesitation, whatever I want to say I can say without any issues.
Check out this view.
This is the view off my balcony. On sunny days, I can sit outside and gaze at the people biking or running along the seawall. I can watch the Pride parade go by from the comfort of my own home, and in the summer when there are fireworks. I just take the elevator downstairs to the private concrete terrace and avoid the hundreds of thousands of visitors.
I can go for runs along the seawall, and there is no housing closer to the beach than mine. It’s almost literally my front yard.
It’s pretty swell.
Growing up, I was always taught that if you don’t know something to ask someone else. Ask your parents, ask your teachers, or just google it – someone on google always has the answer! Even as I moved into my first few job roles, there was always someone more senior to make decisions on my behalf. Nothing was my fault unless I didn’t do what was asked of me.
I’m flattered that people willingly come here to read about my neurosis. This blog started as a documentation of my ‘decluttering journey’ because I wanted to hop aboard the minimalism trend, but it ended up becoming a place where I dump details about my life I otherwise have no outlet for.
To commemorate this joyous occasion of
tricking 50 wonderful followers. Here are some facts about me that you may not know.
(I really do appreciate you for reading.)
I follow a lot of cute girls on Instagram. Not intentionally, but what else is on Instagram aside from cute cats and cute girls? While following too many fashion bloggers and amateur models can give me a sense of ‘fomo’ (especially a weekend after a festival that EVERYONE and their dogs went to), in general I try to keep the perspective that what’s in a photo is what someone wants to show of themselves, not how they actually are.
During the middle of March, I went on the Wild Rose Detox for two weeks. When that ended, I continued to stick to a ‘clean diet’ with 90% adherence in order to see if it made a difference for my skin.
It has been approximately one month since I have been eating ‘clean’.
I wrote a post earlier this week lamenting the worsening of my psoriasis. It was a bit too much of a pity-party for me to post, so I’ve held off for a couple of days hoping that the embarrassment would wear off with time. At 11:00am this morning my mom texted me that my grandmother (her mom) passed away, and I couldn’t post it anymore.
Envying others is a waste of time. Why waste time focused on what someone else has when I could be spending that time on my own happiness?
That being said, I am a person who is prone to impatience and anger. Sometimes, I can become really annoyed by just a comment someone has made, and it baffles those around me. “Why is this such a big deal?”When I examine the source of the anger in retrospect, I realize that there’s a little green-eyed monster underneath after all.
Two weeks on the wild rose detox with 95% adherence was not easy, but it went by faster than the first time around.
This round was too short to figure out whether certain foods triggered my psoriasis. From reading forums online regarding elimination diets, it takes people 6 months (sometimes longer) to fully reap the benefits from eating clean.