Nudes

I finally spoke to my mom about changing my major. The look of disappointment when I first brought it up was discouraging. But it soon passed and we began talking about what careers I would be interested in and what's worth while. We were eating out together at our favorite diner, and it was nice being alone to talk. I think she could see the distress on my end, which is why the negativity didn't linger. I told her I'd love to do forensic psychology or something like it. I've always found violent crime and murders so fascinating. Forensic Biology was probably one of my favorite classes I have ever taken. I loved seeing the dead bodies and learning about decomposition and gunshot wounds and strangulation. It's so cool. She told me to do research on what exactly it was I wanted to do, and to find out how to get there. But she also reminded me to stay realistic and not think life is like a tv show where anyone can work for special agencies doing crazy criminal investigations. I need to choose a path and stay on it. That's a point she made clear to me, and I agree with it. I can't keep dancing on the edges.
On a much different note, I've been thinking a lot about makeup recently. I have a small collection of liquid lipsticks, stains, tinted balms, and even a lip exfoliator. Today I bought my very first makeup pallet and eyeshadow brush. I didn't spend much money because I don't know if I'm any good at it, but what's the harm in trying. I've watched a few basic tutorials and got the gist of makeup. Sort of. I'm gonna follow one step by step and see what happens. I actually tried on a liquid lipstick a few hours ago, and the only way it came off was with makeup remover. It stayed on through the shower and drinking and snacking. I can definitely see me wearing this when Josh and I go away together. Now that the weight of the world is somewhat off my shoulders, it finally feels like I can breathe again.