Mental Health Minxes

Right, so this whole getting my shit together is taking a little longer than I had anticipated. Some major changes professionally (including work bestie leaving, sob) are taking up most of my available brainpower right now. The rest, I fear, is melting down at the impending one-year anniversary of My Little Life Implosion. (It’s just a date on a calendar, it’s just a date on a calendar.) So until I can rededicated more of the little (oh so little, these days) gray cells to the unabashed queer joy of respectfully ogling the endless beauty, talent and intellect of women of all kinds, I will leave you with a few Mental Health Minxes. Now, whether to take the Maserati or the McLaren to go fetch the groceries tomorrow? Decisions, decisions. But in all seriousness, your warm encouragements mean so much. I am forever thankful for the grace and empathy you’ve extended to me, basically just another stranger on Al Gore’s Internet, in your readership, generosity and kindness. You’re the best, kittens. Please accept saucy Blanchett as the first official Minx in the spirit in which she was intended.