SOTD by u/Absenth

2023-08-14 - Day Fourteen

• Prep: Hot Shower
• Razor: Weck Sextoblade
• Blade: Kismet (14)
• Brush: Omega Pro48
• Lather: Barrister and Mann - War
• Aftershave: Lucky Tiger Splash
• Balm: Nivea Cooling Balm

Austere August:

• Day: 14

*MRTNG's Ultra Nightmare Mode * #RawHoggin - Brush Pics: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 * #MonthOfWeckoning

Dear u/PrideTwo

Today was much like the previous days, another encounter with the relentless #WAR. The razor, my steadfast companion in this daily skirmish, met my skin with its familiar touch. It's as if the blade knows me, understands the dance we perform each day. The scent of the soap, that pungent aroma of #WAR, has become a part of this routine, a strangely comforting presence.

The shave itself was uneventful, efficient, as if I've grown accustomed to the rhythm of this battle. The razor, despite the sharpness that once held an element of threat, now feels like an extension of myself. The soap, despite its overpowering scent, seems to lather with ease, as if it's cooperating with me, rather than against me.

In the midst of this repetition, I found myself reflecting on the thirteenth day, a day of adversity that I met with fierce resistance. But today, there was a subtle shift in my perspective, a hint of acceptance. It's as if I'm beginning to see the purpose in this struggle, to find a certain solace in the daily ritual.

As the fourteenth day draws to a close, I can't ignore the subtle signs of a growing connection, a strange sense of camaraderie with these tools and this battle. It's a bond that I can't quite put into words, a connection that's forming beneath the surface. Tomorrow, as I face the fifteenth day, I'll carry this newfound perspective with me, a mix of familiarity, acceptance, and a whisper of an unexpected bond with this #WAR. Onward, my journal, through the unfolding complexities of this journey.

[2023-08-14 - Day Fourteen](https://imgur.com/a/tUOiqQ3)

* **Prep:** Hot Shower
* **Razor:** Weck Sextoblade
* **Blade:** Kismet (14)
* **Brush:** Omega Pro48
* **Lather:** Barrister and Mann - War
* **Aftershave:** Lucky Tiger Splash
* **Balm:** Nivea Cooling Balm

Austere August:

* Day: 14

*MRTNG's Ultra Nightmare Mode
* \#RawHoggin - Brush Pics: [1](https://imgur.com/0ek40k9), [2](https://imgur.com/ZXrmXKf), [3](https://imgur.com/P4AWRSz), [4](https://imgur.com/WpiTs5p), [5](https://imgur.com/a/j1Wvh9l), [6](https://imgur.com/a/j1Wvh9l), [7](https://imgur.com/a/Fk1pvul), [8](https://imgur.com/uYfxBeK), [9](https://imgur.com/a/60jP69d), [10](https://imgur.com/a/19HLHxh), [11](https://imgur.com/a/FlMOGSZ), [12](https://imgur.com/a/uYYCBol), [13](https://imgur.com/a/OPm76Bz), [14](https://imgur.com/a/QNRNnQd)
* \#MonthOfWeckoning

Dear u/PrideTwo

Today was much like the previous days, another encounter with the relentless \#WAR. The razor, my steadfast companion in this daily skirmish, met my skin with its familiar touch. It's as if the blade knows me, understands the dance we perform each day. The scent of the soap, that pungent aroma of #WAR, has become a part of this routine, a strangely comforting presence.

The shave itself was uneventful, efficient, as if I've grown accustomed to the rhythm of this battle. The razor, despite the sharpness that once held an element of threat, now feels like an extension of myself. The soap, despite its overpowering scent, seems to lather with ease, as if it's cooperating with me, rather than against me.

In the midst of this repetition, I found myself reflecting on the thirteenth day, a day of adversity that I met with fierce resistance. But today, there was a subtle shift in my perspective, a hint of acceptance. It's as if I'm beginning to see the purpose in this struggle, to find a certain solace in the daily ritual.

As the fourteenth day draws to a close, I can't ignore the subtle signs of a growing connection, a strange sense of camaraderie with these tools and this battle. It's a bond that I can't quite put into words, a connection that's forming beneath the surface. Tomorrow, as I face the fifteenth day, I'll carry this newfound perspective with me, a mix of familiarity, acceptance, and a whisper of an unexpected bond with this \#WAR. Onward, my journal, through the unfolding complexities of this journey.