this morning #1415.

this morning, i pulled a black shawl up over my head. fixed it in place, tucked my hair in & quickly made my way out of the gym. i hoped that the covering would help me stay somewhat shrouded from the sun but, more importantly, it’d also help me hide away from anyone trying to find me today. such is the high-profile life of a high society woman navigating this modern age. it seems like everybody wants a piece of me. photo shoots. social commentary. unsolicited selfies. where’s the time for my private life, for crissakes? there’s only so much of me to go around & that amount dwindles with each passing day. if i’m going to take hold of my sanity, i need to start having more of a say.