I'm certainly talking to myself there seeing how I opted to not blog last week. But really, with the work days moving at lightening speed and my ability to stare at my computer for even one moment longer than I had to totally diminished- I was fried. So I decided to hold my head in shame and admit that this wasn't going to be the week where I balanced it all. Something had to be cut. And seeing how my job actually pays for my life and my blog does not, I figured it would be somewhat wise to eliminate this component vs. the other.
But last week was a crazy week. Good. Just crazy. Actually the last few weeks have been that with business trips and a general increase in workload. But one of the reasons last week stood out was because my office was having a big event on Thursday that we all had to prepare for on top of everything else. And as I thought about how much I've been working lately and the magnitude of the Thursday event, a light bulb appeared above my head and I decided to be the true city girl I am and get a blowout before coming into work that day (I asked if they have some sort of business woman special. You know how some places have like a lunch special? For business women). And I was happy about that plan from the moment I booked my appointment all the way til last night when I finally washed my own hair after a few days of blowout bliss.
^Left my place about 6:50 AM, coffee in tow, to walk to DryBar - Pacific Heights for my 7 AM appt.
^7:45 AM with tousled, soft hair upon my departure. Then it was a quick visit to my house where I changed into my work outfit and popped out the door again to head to the office.
^I almost hate getting my hair done by stylists. It's so smooth and you leave wondering why you can't just do that to your own hair.
^My work outfit on Thursday. The more I age, the more I feel at home in a conservative pencil skirt.
^Enjoying a glass of wine at our downtown SF office with my colleagues Thursday evening. I took Friday off because we had a friend in town and after weeks of crazy work and a long, accomplished week behind me - this wine over fun conversations with work friends was a very nice moment.
I'm really trying to focus more on my presentation at the office. While I have always cared about how I look to my colleagues and clients, the increase in responsibility and the culture of working a downtown financial job in one of the country's biggest cities warrants a reevaluation of self. It's a great opportunity to step up my game and dress for the job I want. So I've been trying to throw some money at new pieces that make me look the part of a career woman in her 30s. And over the course of the next month or so, I plan to get my wardrobe in order with respect to that. And getting a blowout to prep myself for my huge day of networking was a smart little way to begin. FYI: Trying to look nice at work is, of course, Plan B. Plan A is winning Powerball, wearing sweats everywhere and just flipping people off if I feel like it. But until that day, Plan B's a go.
Hope your Monday is going well!