As the week progressed, it slowly dawned on me that without any conscious decision to do so, my pace had become rushed.
Schedule packed.
Frenetic energy powering my every move. The pace was maddening.
Yet, a strange and calming sense of cool reigned throughout.
It was only after a few days had passed that I realized the cause for this huge shift in my pace. Over the course of the week I had nonchalantly swapped deodorants from:
To:
Might I suggest that you stick with “Cool Rush” during the week, to get your work done. Then swap over to the “Cool comfort” for the weekend, while you chill out and wait for your Belhaven to be ready to drink!
You poor, aloe-deprived person.