It will never cease to amaze me how transformative a little makeup, hair and a new outfit can be for your mood.  Lately I haven’t been feeling like myself.

Nothing seemed to be going my way — not that I expect everything to go my way 100% of the time.  But you know when the usual, trusty things become well, untrust-y?

I felt like I lost my mojo.  My magic.  Gone.

And as a visual storyteller, that’s kinda a problem, especially when my platform’s message is to primarily inspire creativity and confidence.

What’s the reason behind my melancholic state you might ask?

I’m tired.  I’m honestly tired of juggling the many hats that I wear.  Daughter, sister, caregiver, nurse, blogger, human.

Without the energy that sparks my love of doing everything that I do, I clam up on the couch and get lost down a rabbit hole of Investigation Discovery.

I’m all in or I’m all out.

I’m either doing it all or absolutely nothing and it’s really effecting my headspace.

When I’m high off of doing so much it makes me want to take on more.  I have on an invisible invincibility cape and I’m just soaring through life.

But when I’m in a low depressed state, that figurative cape is replaced by a very real blanket, one where I wrap myself up in and isolate from the rest of civilization.   I barely want to get out of bed and participate in adulting.

There has to be more balance in my life so that I don’t have those moments swinging from one end of the spectrum to the other because I want to continue doing all the things that I love doing with just that — love.

I would talk to other creative people in hopes of having their spark rub off on me.  I read positive quotes.  I said my affirmations in a mirror.  I prayed.

Slowly I found enough courage to try and be creative.

I said to myself I’m going to get in front of the camera again and create a soft, modern bohemian look with this beautiful jumpsuit my friends from Anthropologie gifted me.

I turned on some of my favorite GRWM music and slowly as I highlighted and contoured my life away I started to feel good — more like myself.

I started to remember the girl that loved to do this.  How much fun she had in the prep of it all.

As Taylor, my trusty photographer and sometimes hype woman, and I weaved around cars trying to find the perfect spot to shoot the look, I started to feel the rush of the challenge of shooting the look and having it come out the way it looked in my head.

I was feeling determined.

So much so that when we found the perfect spot and it started to rain mid shoot I didn’t care.  I was going to get the shot because I was feeling myself– no rain could stop this!

I looked good and felt even better so I knew I had to commit to capturing this euphoria on camera while I still had it in me.

So these photos aren’t perfect.  They’re are water spots on my clothes and arms from when a bought of rain poured down on me.  It was the muggiest day ever and my make up started to sweat.  Of course it was the day I didn’t have my trusty electric handheld fan with me.

But you know what, I felt awesome and was having a great time.  Plus a cute passerby said I looked gorgeous which only amplified my Sascha Fierce mood.

Thank you Good Samaritan of Riverside Jacksonville, Florida!

All of this to say that it’s not a completely fixed problem and no, makeup or cute outfit won’t resolve my issues long term but I can’t deny that it did help a little.

What I am saying is that you have to do whatever you have to, to fight for the you, that you miss.  The real you.

What do you do to help yourself get out of a funky mood? Tell me in the comments below.

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Stay Lovely!