Updated: Oct 14, 2020
I was at the best damn place in my life. Let me have a moment of transparency. Yet, somehow still at the worst damn place all at the same time. I was somewhere in between Angela Bassett setting that car on fire in Waiting to Exhale and Brittany in 07.
Is this what success looks like? I mean, I’m making pretty good money and my clients are thriving but I’m always super busy overwhelmed and overbooked. It’s crazy how this time last year I wanted nothing more than to be fresh as hell in my Fashion Nova fit, hashtag booked & MF busy with the “link in bio” lingo floating through my captions.
I asked for this. I prayed for this. I cried for this. I struggled for this. NOW all I feel like I need is 10 naps and a damn vacation in Bora Bora. For now, though, I had to do what was most convenient at the time.
Just when I was about to accept my defeat, I remembered Ritual Bae had blessed my soul with the bath ritual soak. I ran my bathwater and lit some candles to set the mood. The mood to release all the stresses of the days and prepare for renewal.
Before getting in, I finally sprinkled the contents of the well-packaged product into the bathtub. I needed my energy and peace to be restored. That’s exactly where I focused my thoughts.
After what felt like hours of much needed recharge, I got out of the water and dried off.
I then slipped on my silk robe, you know the one that has your nipples poking. I needed one moment to feel like THAT BITCH in the midst of all this chaos. I needed a minute to breathe and simply feel like a woman again. Not a boss, not a wife, not a mom, just a woman. Sexy and sensible, delicate and deserving.
After a glass of wine (or 3) and a soak in Ritual Bae, I was in high spirits and back in control.