2023-08-15 - Day Fifteen
- Prep: Hot Shower
- Razor: Weck Sextoblade
- Blade: Kismet (15)
- Brush: Omega Pro48
- Lather: Barrister and Mann - War
- Aftershave: Lucky Tiger Splash
- Balm: Nivea Cooling Balm
Austere August:
*MRTNG's Ultra Nightmare Mode
* #RawHoggin - Brush Pics: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15
* #MonthOfWeckoning
Dear u/PrideTwo
On this fifteenth day of Austere August, as I took up arms for my daily #WAR, I couldn't help but notice a subtle change in the razor's behavior. The blade, having endured fifteen encounters with my stubborn whiskers, bore the marks of its battles. While still efficient at its duty, there was a newfound hint of tugs and pulls, as if the blade itself was starting to bear the weight of this relentless war.
The shave unfolded with a mix of familiarity and a subtle discomfort. The razor, my trusty companion, glided across my face with its usual precision, yet there was a sensation of resistance, a reminder that time and use were gradually taking their toll.
As I stood there, razor in hand, I couldn't help but draw parallels between this battle and my own journey. It's as if the razor and I are growing intertwined, marked by the challenges we face. The scent of the soap, that overpowering aroma of #WAR, no longer felt foreign; instead, it had become a part of this daily ritual, a strangely comforting presence.
As the fifteenth day draws to a close, I'm not blind to the evolving bond with this #WAR, the gradual acceptance of the struggle. The razor, once an adversary, has become a part of my routine, a familiar companion in this journey. Tomorrow, as I step into the sixteenth day, I'll carry this evolving perspective with me, a mix of acceptance, attachment, and a hint of that unexpected connection. Onward, my journal, through the ever-deepening complexities of this path.