My name is Beaumont Bel-air. I live in a moderate condo off the coast of the Gliese, South of it to be specific. I am 87 years old, yet I don’t looks day over 24. I believe in skin care, I’m a rather fond advocate for products from Odessa. Each morning, I apply a rose based facial cream on my skin, it adds depth. For the transparent parts, I tend to apply a lighter amount as to not rash the thin layers of skin covering those bones.
I don’t have a car, nor a bike. For work each morning, I throw on a pair of shorts and jog the five miles, taking my work clothes with me in a backpack. A few weeks into my routine, I invested in a showering system at my work place, I still choose to wear deodorant each morning, derived from a local dealer of mine.
I wear a pair of dress pants and a matching shirt and tie from a eco and humanitarian friendly company. My tie situation is assorted, yet they are always the same length. I also tend to carry a larger raincoat and aviators with me for unfavorable conditions
On my jog, I enjoy taking mental notes of my surroundings. Knowing your world allows you to be the best possible version of you. I notice portals opening each day, more people appearing on my boulevard, more accountabilities for our government.
Intrusive thoughts want me to do something about it, however I am stronger than them. When I stare at my mirror each day, nothing stares back. It serves as as a reminder than I can always be better, that I need to do something more.
That others need to do less.
I don’t let the intrusive thoughts win often.