I have a tendency to make things more difficult for myself.
Which is how I went from noticing that my face was dry, to scrolling a website that sells bulk hyaluronic acid in powdered form (7 lbs for only $2,692.55?? They’re practically giving it away).
An hour of research later, what started as some dry skin on my nose becomes something that would hypothetically cost me hundreds of dollars in elaborate equipment and ingredients. And of course, I have not ordered a single thing—including moisturizer. At least I learned that hyaluronic acid can come from animal sources or plant sources (and if you guessed that I looked up how to DIY the plant-based recipe, you’d be right).
Some time ago, the geese that lived in my pastoral mind must have broken out of their enclosure and formed a large, wild community, because I’m always chasing them. In so many ways, the stealth and speed at which I can catch them has served me. But sometimes I chase a certain wild goose too long and too far from home, and end up with nothing but a few feathers to show for it. Are these the wild geese that Mary Oliver was talking about?
I’m always talking about letting go of things that do not serve you, so I decided to let this goose go. I dropped my writing—this very piece of writing—and went to Trader Joe’s to get a hyaluronic serum and moisturizer. Soon, I will gently wash my face, apply a mask, and top it all off with my new skincare products. But not before looking at these ingredients and deciding that, yes, I will probably get powdered hyaluronic acid to try out. Maybe. I don’t know.
But I do know this:
My face won’t be dry tonight.
Next Steps: Drink a glass of water, put some lotion on your little hands, and smile—perhaps Spa Torres will be a grand success, after all.