The Beauty in Moving

What's the beauty in moving?  Well, in the act of physically moving from one home to another, there's none.  Chris and I moved from our apartment in Summerland to a townhouse in Walnut Creek (Bay Area) last week.  I've never been through a move this big before and not only was it totally mentally and physically exhausting, my beauty regime took a bit of a hit.  I went days with my hair up, wearing the same yoga pants and black sweatshirt, not bothering to wash my face, just getting through it.  A couple days after we'd finished the heavy lifting I noticed that another part of my physical appearance had been affected - I was covered with bruises and cuts.  I was trying so hard to be tough, that I didn't notice that I had been hurting myself constantly.  I counted and I literally had 19 bruises on my legs and butt (not sure what that's about) and six cuts on my hands.  I'm finally healing up but am finding that I'm still more prone to injury this last week.  I think because of the move, I've become less careful with my body - resulting in more bumps and scraps - I pretty much walked into the license plate on my car while walking around it yesterday and really konked my head on the open door of a dryer.  I think it's time to move a little slower and be a little more careful with my body.  I'm not sure what this all has to do with beauty but I wanted to let you know why I've been MIA and that I'll be back in action (hopefully sans bruises) soon!