An illustration of four balloons with the following text on then, "Happy COVID Birthday."

My Birthday Is Coming…

My birthday is exactly six days aways and I have no clue how I’m going to celebrate it. Pre-pandemic me would be packing for a trip somewhere warm or prepping to spend my day at my favorite spa. Today? I’m struggling to find one simple thing to do. Someone who’s growing into a dear friend offered to chill but what can we do? Lol New York City is not a COVID-19-friendly place to hangout at.

The only activities that I know will allow space between us and others is a trip to the museum or a self-instructed bike tour. Bruh… 😩 I don’t know. I do know that, whatever I do, I’m going to be happy as fuck doing it. I love my birthday! 😁

A picture of Shanté with her hair in two puffs.

Corona Chronicles: My Hair Has Seen Better Days

Am I the only person who’s been struggling to keep up with a hair care routine during this pandemic? It makes no sense because I have an abundance of time to take care of my hair but I just won’t. I still wash it, of course, but it’s like pulling teeth to get me to thoroughly moisturize and twist my hair. Once the deep conditioner hits my hair, my brain is like, “Well, we can just leave this on until it’s time to wash again.”

A close-up picture of Shanté with her hair in two puffs.

Pre pandemic Shanté would’ve never done that but pandemic Té doesn’t care. I’m really trying to break out of this habit because I love my natural hair and I don’t want to damage it but… I’m not motivated to thoroughly take care of it. It’s usually time for a cut when I feel like this but I’ve been keeping up with my trims and everything looks and feels good, so that’s not it. I think it’s just the pandemic throwing me off my routine. Whatever the cause is, I’m pulling myself out of this rut before the new year.