It's just a little Chapstick

If you take away one thing from this post, it should be that "Chapstick" by Todrick Hall and Trixie Mattel is the most important song of the year, if not the decade.

Do not underestimate the power of a two-day thong.

Okay, I don't really want to dwell on what that means. All I'm saying is when I listen to this song, typically in sweats because that's how I roll, I really do feel like my crown in on and I'm winning. It can turn my mood around instantly, and I highly recommend you turn it on and strut immediately.

Extra credit: I'll bring this around to writing for a sec. Admittedly, I'm not really considering this in the moments I'm enjoying Toddy cake and Trixie pie. But it's actually a great metaphor for novel writing. Every time I read something amazing, I tend to assume it's just a little Chapstick, something the author whipped together and published immediately because they're brilliant. But they actually "beat that face" for hours. The end product may look sublime and effortless, but there's a lot of work behind it. Which means I can do it too.