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The Month of August

August has been a whirlwind of emotions, and frankly I'm glad it's over. I just need it to be 2018. New year, new me right? Night shift takes a toll on me and my relationships. I am chronically unavailable on night shift. With that being said, I'm also working a second job, selling makeup on the side. My makeup business didn't do too hot this month. But what can you do? School started. There was a hurricane. Everyone is trying to pay for tuition and school supplies. School clothes. I will just keep pushing and fighting for success. I have to be my biggest motivator. Customers: if you have no intention of purchasing from me in the future, then don't ask me about the product. It is a waste of my time to tell you how great our chemical free makeup is for you to post on Facebook about how you can't wait to try your Younique. It is an embarrassment for both of us, so just don't. I'm not being salty. I am cutting toxins out of my life. This month I have had to cut three family members and one friend out of my life because all they do is cause toxic problems. You can't live your life with toxic people in your life. You can't be happy when people are stealing your peace right out from under you. I will pray for you all and love you all, but from a distance. This way no one gets hurt. It is hard, but it will be worth it in the end. I can't thank all of you enough for being there and supporting me and listening to me while I vent. Your presence has been noted and appreciated.

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