Somewhere along the line, I learned certain facts about the universe:
- I am probably not psychic (even though that would totally be cool).
- Decaf is a horrible thing to do to good coffee.
- And as a girl, I had several choices. I could be smart OR beautiful OR strong.
It all came down to how you spent your time:
Smart girls did not waste their time working out. It’s hard to read while you’re running.
Pretty girls spent all their time on hair, makeup, and shopping.
Strong girls spent their time acting like guys.
Gotta love high school, right?
I’ve always been naturally pretty thin. Probably because of the coffee. I’ve never paid much attention to clothes beyond comfort and basic appropriateness. I’ve shrugged off my appearance as good enough.
But here’s the thing: “good enough” has always been a cringe-worthy phrase in my perfectionistic slice of the world. So why have I blindly accepted good enough when it comes to my own body? Why have I let absurd high school social stratifications define me for so long?
I’m done with this smart girl box I’ve lived in for most of my life. And yeah, that means making changes. Doing things I’ve never done before. Like making time for myself in my already absurdly busy schedule. Whoever said A woman can’t be strong AND pretty AND brilliant was clearly an idiot.
It’s the beginning of summer, and I’m making room for my inner pretty girl and my inner athlete:
Wardrobe overhaul – I’m tossing that skirt I bough in high school. And the outfits that don’t project who I am anymore. Instead of collecting random pieces, I’m going to plan a coherent wardrobe of outfits that (in theory) don’t make me cringe at the idea of getting dressed. I want to be able to walk up to my closet and smile.
Daily workouts – alternating between body weight and cardio. Because I kinda hate getting tired all the time. And it would be nice to shop for bathing suits based on what they look like, rather than on what the cover up.
Oh – and I haven’t forgotten Ms. Smart Girl! I’m also committing to a minimum of one blog post and one flash fiction story per week, along with all the behind the scenes stuff I’m working on. (Like book two in the Oreveille cycle, a new nonfiction imprint and a series of travel guides, and some other projects – but I’ll tell you about those later.)
So keep me accountable, ok? Any tips or ideas for fitting all this me-time into my crazy busy schedule, especially now that the kids are home from school all day?