Welcome to July. I just got back from an extended weekend in Northern California where I was able to leave LA behind, lay by a pool, finish two books and eat a lot of apricots. I arrived back in my beloved Los Angeles on Wednesday afternoon to what would be the start of a massive heat wave that is expected to sweep the city this upcoming weekend. Please remember to wear your sunscreen and beach responsibly.
I am excited about many things this upcoming month but the biggest would have to be the addition of two new writers to our TGS family. If you haven’t noticed already, we’ve been so lucky to add both Sarah and Skye to our team and I am beyond thrilled about their current and upcoming contributions. Please give these ladies the warmest of welcomes.
Other things I am excited to showcase over this upcoming month: a piece on summer skincare and makeup favorites, the new HAIM album, Paris Couture Fashion Week and many more Bachelorette recaps. Keep your eyes peeled for all of the above.
I wanted to share one personal story from my long weekend at home. I’ve mentioned this numerous times before, but for reasons I am still figuring out I sleep so much better up north. I don’t know if my body just fully unclenches once I get off the I-5 but I can sleep for hours and hours when I’m back at home. I’ve been in LA for over five years now and I don’t know if means I’m jaded or if it’s a strange version of survival instincts that causes my body to react like this. In LA everything seems urgent. Working toward a new job, eating at the new hot spot, getting into the coolest shows, everything needs to happen now.
Everyone has their own sanctuary that allows them to slow down and mine is NorCal. I even drove to my old softball field just to walk around for a bit to see what it would feel like. I expected to feel nostalgic and maybe a little emotional but I didn’t expect to cry in the car on my drive out. I was hit with a sudden wave of sadness and longing for the summers when I was younger and the only thing I had to worry about was showing up for a three hour practice at 3pm on a weekday and bullshitting with the girls. The focus and effort that I would cram into those three hours is something I wish I could still do on a regular basis. Softball taught me many things but the one I found myself missing the most was the utter control I gained over the strategy of the game. After eleven years on the field I was confident in my skill and decisions. More than anything in my 20s I miss that confidence. Not to say I’m not confident in anything, but like any other young person it comes and goes in waves. Lately it’s been in a wave of uncertainty and I’m still trying to feel my way out of it.
On a final note, my July plans and goals include new bright nail polish from the KL Polish line, finally delving deeper into the world of astrology (I just ordered this book and can’t wait to devour it), catching up on Younger and discovering new combinations of acai bowls. Here’s to hoping you have a wonderful month, SUMMER FOREVER.