8.16.15

Yesterday was my grand papa's 100th birthday. To live till 100 years old just seems unfathomable to me. I think about the things he must've seen and experienced and how fortunate it is to have lived this long, and I wonder why he's still the grumpy pessimist he is today. He told me he didn't care to celebrate it, because it's just another year. I went to sleep last night with a stiff neck and knew a tension headache was on it's way. Woke up this morning feeling the weight behind my neck straining my head even more and this won't go away until I visit my acupuncturist to get my neck cracked. I used to never get these tension headaches until four years ago. It's from simply craning my neck and reading or looking down on my phone for too long. It used to be from stress, most of which were work related back in my editorial days and the occasional guilt for not creating enough- whether it be scent making or shooting new bodies of work. I'm slowly learning not to let that get to me. Now I just need to remind myself to take breaks and stretch when I spend hours immersed in a book or updating myself within the world of social media. I'm only 28 and then there's my grand papa. A mere chronic tension headache is nothing compared to what he's experienced over the course of 100 years.