Happy Birthday to those of you blessed enough to be born a Taurus! It's our time to shine again, and believe me, we'll do just that.
It's hard to say how much I believe in astrology. I've always thought, "That's some out there bullsh*t," while reading my horoscope, yet here I am, still reading them. If there's an unread horoscope about how my week is gonna go and what's gonna happen in my love life, you better believe I'm reading it!
So I decided to do some research, which I haven't done since college. I f*cking hate research, but I am totally into this astrology thing lately so I'm all about it. I want to see what all of the different Taurus traits are and compare them to mine. Could I actually call myself a "true Taurus?” Can you? Let's find out.
The Stubborn Bull
We Taurus are known to be very stubborn people. I don't know about you but I kind of like to get my way and be right, is that stubborn of me? Don't even try to get the last word in, because I will fight you for it. I really don't give up either. Have you ever seen a bull give up chasing that damn, red flag? Yeah, me either. Stubborn? That's a check!
Sensual and Tactile
I'm a hugger. Ask me if I want to cuddle or hold hands? Always. A Taurus is all about the touch. Whether it be a friendly touch or a full out sexual kind of touch, a Taurus wants that. I want that. Five stars to sensual touch!
We are also said to be devoted people who don't give up easily. Uhm, anyone else? If I'm in something, it's not likely that I'll quit. I stick it out until the end. My last relationship was on and off for years, not one of those break-ups was me. Through every hard time, I was dedicated AF and didn't give up. I only gave up when I was forced to; reasonable, I think. Chalk up being devoted for me too.
I was never patient, so I thought. When it comes to food, nope. You want me to wait an hour for food? I can't! I had a friend point out to me that I'm actually a pretty patient person. For me to stick out that relationship I was talking about and wait for this person time and time again, I had to be patient to some extent. That's an iffy one. Give it half a star.
Dislike of Sudden Changes
This is one I haven't heard of before, but while researching I found that Taurus hate sudden changes. For me, that's so true. If someone changes plans on me last second, I get anxiety and freak out. If we are leaving at 4:15 and now it's 4:00, my bull rears her ugly head and you don't wanna see her come out. 100% me for this trait.
Do Anything for Loved Ones
A Taurus is very reliable, so when it comes to friends and family, we don't take sh*t. If you mess with our loved ones, you better be ready to handle our wrath. I personally would do anything for the people I love. This one, gets all the checks.
A Taurus also carries a possessive trait. Am I possessive? Good question. I feel as if that is such a strong word with negative meaning. I wouldn't say that I'm demanding of someone's attention. I love getting attention, some people don't. I can't say I'm possessive though. Result: nahhhh.
So with that being said, my fellow Taurus, how did you score? Are you feeling a little creeped out at how alike you are to the traits of our sign? Read your horoscope for the day, is it accurate? Who is stalking us?!
After my research and talking it through, I don't think I can deny it. I am a true Taurus. With being stubborn, patient, and devoted, I can't hide the bull inside anymore. F*ck with someone I love and I'll let her out, ready to rage. A stubborn bull I am and I'll always fight for my way!
While we may never know if we are truly the way we are because we were born during a certain time, we will continue to wonder if the stars are watching out for us. Maybe we're just making it up in our heads and it's a whole psychological thing. Either way, enjoy your month, Taurus and let the bull out!
I had fought back and forth with myself so many times over the past month or so on whether or not to delete my ex off of all social media. To be fair, he really only uses Facebook and Snapchat (that I know of) so it wouldn't be a huge chore or a big loss. It would make an impact on my life though.
I really wouldn't have considered this had our breakup went semi-ok. It wasn't mutual and after giving years to him, he ignored me like we were never in love and moved on like it was nothing. No conversation was had, no closure was given, just a "we're done" and move out. It was like we had never even been together.
As I started to try moving on, I kept coming face to face with surprises. The truth came out about several lies I have been told. I started hearing how he was seeing someone new. It didn't take long for him to start posting stories on Snapchat that would make any ex cringe.
It made me mad. He would post a Facebook post or a Snap story that seemed to be taking shots at me, whether it was or not. I would bitch about how he posted this on Facebook, or "look at his story on Snapchat." I was caught up and way too bothered. I started to feel as if I was obsessed, or at least still interested in what he was doing. I probably was and it needed to stop.
On one hand, I didn't want to delete him. Why? I wanted to remind myself why we aren't together. I wanted him there to show myself I'm better off. I didn't want to forget how he treated me and wanted to watch his life progressively go down hill. I wanted him to see what I was doing in my life and hope that he would regret his decisions. It was all a game and it was always a question of who would win the day.
On the other hand, I hated it. I didn't wanna see his videos with this new bitch and didn't care to know how high he was. I was sick of checking up on his life and seeing how he's doing, when he clearly didn't seem to care how I was. I was becoming "that ex" and I really didn't wanna be her. I was subjecting myself to the hurt so I would know to never miss that asshole again.
Well, I was over it. As my mom had told me previously to "just delete him," I decided to get some more opinions. I took to Twitter to see how people my age would handle the situation and got more responses than expected.
I had several responses saying I should delete him. "Do it bitch," a best friend told me. I had girls tell me that nothing good comes out of seeing his posts and if I'm not good enough for his life, then why should he be in mine? All very true statements, all great words of wisdom.
With that amount of response, I went over the pros and cons. This time, the pros to keeping him weren't so important. I wanted to do this, I wanted to cut ties and move on for good. I wanted to be rid of the possibilities of seeing what he's doing, I didn't care to know anymore.
So I did it. My friend and I went through and deleted him from my social media. No more posts to upset me. No more popping up and reminding me of our failed relationship. No more constant reminders.
As I will never rid him and our relationship from my memories, he is not my present nor my future. He is my past; a lesson, a former love, an ex. I need to continue moving on and moving forward, and without him in my life.
Nobody's perfect, and nobody's always on time, right? Right. We all have our flaws and one of mine is turning off alarms in my sleep.
Working at 7am is early, I get up around 5am to make sure I do everything I need. Sometimes, it takes a toll on my sleep schedule and I progressively lose sleep. My tiredness overcomes me and I want sleep over anything. Therefore, bye bye alarms!
Today, I awoke at 6am, frantically, realizing I slept in an entire hour. I had planned on waking up to wash my hair since I hadn't since Saturday. Well, there was no time. I had to make do with my time and get out the door.
I can go a day without washing my hair, but 2? On the second day without a wash, my hair is screaming WASH ME, yeah you could write that with the grease from my hair. Gross.
Since I had to deal with this all day at work, I documented my thoughts throughout the day. Anyone feel me? -dirty hair girl
6am: Shit, shit. I over slept. Typical Monday.... Wait, there's no time to wash my hair...I haven't washed it since Saturday.. Oh noooo.
6:30am: I have to leave for work, this will do. Half a bottle of baby powder should hold me until 3:30, right?
7:10am: I'm touching my hair, DON'T TOUCH IT.
7:45am: I can feel the grease overcoming me, I won't give in.
8:52am: I touched my hair again, ugh. Can’t keep my hands to myself.
9:05am: Why are hats not ok to wear to work?
9:14am: Oh no, my head is itchy!!
10:25am: Dreaming of a shower
10:54am: I've seen my bosses more than ever today, of course. They probably think I don't shower.
11:28am: Mirror check! Ok, not so bad, very flat, but not bad. I need volume, and a shower.
1:12pm: Just a few hours left, please hair, don't let me down.
3:03pm: Another mirror check, oh god it's getting awful.
3:30pm: I made it through work, yes. I'm getting closer!
4:04pm: Why did I think it was a good idea to go to the grocery store? I'm THAT dirt ball.
5:10pm: Well shit, I should work out before I shower. Procrastinaaaation.
5:54pm: That's it, this can't happen again!
6:05pm: I’m hungry. Food first always, then I’ll wash my hair.
6:47pm: YES! CLEAN. HAIR. I am a goddess. Worship me.
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While talking with a girl friend last night about everything and anything, we got onto the subject of beauty. Let's be honest, do girls not bring up lipstick and skin care products at least once in a conversation?
Among all of the eyeliner, lipstick, and hair talk, we got into contouring. Mind you, neither of us contour our faces and never plan to, that's just not our style.
I feel I should say I have no problem with anyone who contours their face. I think it takes some serious talent to apply all the right kinds of makeup and transform your face. It can look pretty sweet done correctly too. Props to you ladies!
However, I have no interest in learning or even trying to contour my face. There are so many things that come along with that and I'm not prepared to take it all on! If rather sit over, behind in the times.
So for those interested, this is why I will never contour my face.
1. Expenses $$$
As I'm no stranger to spending money on clothes or makeup products to up my look, I can't justify to myself the money I would spend on all of the makeup it takes to contour. In this case, I'm a little too cheap.
2. Lack of makeup talent
I'm far from a cosmetologist. When it comes to makeup, I love it and I do use what I would consider a decent amount. However, you won't see any fancy makeup skills used on my face, it's too hard!
3. Time consumption
I don't contour and I already take way too much time to get ready in the mornings. To add contouring on to my routine, I'm sure if have to wake up 3 hours before leaving the house. 4AM? No thanks.
4. Day to day maintenance
Once I start, I can't stop. I couldn't just contour my face 3/7 days of the week and have plain face the rest. That's a pretty drastic change and I wouldn't want to put everyone through the confusion of who I am.
5. When the trend fades
What happens when contouring is no longer in? Do you just wake up one day and not do it? Then it's like, "oh, this is what my face looks like?" Or do you just eliminate a little each day? What do you do?!?
6. I touch my face too much
I have a bad habit of touching or wiping my face through out the day. If I had that amount of makeup on it, I'd look like a cake face monster.
7. Damn acne
I still break out at 23 and I'm pissed about it. I don't want another reason for it.
8. That natural look
Yes, I wear makeup. Yes, you can probably tell. I'm more of a subtle face makeup kind of person though. I'll go more out on my eyes than anything else. Also, I don't wanna cover my freckles up!
I thought I was happy; in love and unstoppable. You know, that "on top of the world" kind of feeling. Invincible. I didn't think I could be any happier than I was, which in reality wasn't all that happy.
I lived thinking I was as happy as I was ever going to get and fell into a habit of accepting the unhappiness. I was easily depressed, and the amount of stress and anxiety I felt was constantly high. Every day I told myself I was going to live life happier and eliminate the negative moods, but as hard as I tried, I couldn't shake it.
I was in a toxic relationship; we simply weren't good for each other. We fought often and never resolved our problems. We fed off of the problems and anxiety within our relationship. It eventually pushed us both to a place that scared us. I hadn't realized how bad it had gotten and was brushing off the fear. We were digging a deep hole that we almost couldn't get out of.
One day, he gained the strength to get out; reached up, grabbed the edge and pulled himself out of the hole, leaving me behind. I was in too deep; I couldn't pull myself out in that moment. Honestly, I didn't want to. I wanted to stay in the dark underground because I refused to accept it was over. It took me time, but I finally let people who cared for me help me out of my hole and into the light.
It's hard to admit, but I'm thankful for him ending our relationship when he did. In that moment, I wasn't strong enough to let go of him or my future I had planned. I was holding on to everything so tightly, I couldn't let it go. I needed it to be pried from my hands, and it was. Had he not ended it then, we may still be where we were.
In the past 6 weeks I've learned a lot about myself. I've learned to be alone and also a better version of myself. I've learned to be positive again and not give into the negativity as often as before. I've lost any depression I had and reduced my anxiety to barely existent. I still have my moments, but I have progressed a lot in this short time.
I've finally started to become the person I knew was hiding inside and let her out. I've found who I truly am, who I was all along but just didn't know it. I'm able to be the me I longed to be. I'm me, and I'm happy.
Chelsea Blake: My views on life and writing whatever my heart desires.