You're Only As Sick As Your Secrets

So I'm telling (about the time I spent $40 I didn't have on soap).

I bought myself $40 hand soap for my birthday this year. 

It was actually purchased the day before my birthday when I was alone, walking around Cobble Hill. I had just taken myself to lunch and was having the kind of day where I try (sometimes successfully) to convince myself that yes, actually I am good at being by myself. I’m so good at being by myself that I’ll post all about it on Instagram and then I will spend the rest of my “alone” time with you, waiting to see how much you like my alone-ability. 

The woman who walked into Aesop is the one I might want to be, the one who wouldn’t bat an eye at a $40 exfoliating soap -- excuse me --  $40 Reverence Aromatique Hand Wash. The woman I am is more Mrs. Meyers $5.99 lavender. But it was my birthday! And hand washing had become so in vogue. COVID and all. I deserved this. I could be an Aesop woman. It would be my new thing.

And thus, with a mindless swipe of my Chase Sapphire I became she who I was destined to be. 

It was a $40 drop in the bucket of my gaping credit card debt hole.