World, I have a few questions for you. Like, Why does my one year old climb on top of the coffee table and dance like a monkey? And, why do my pet goldfish never live longer than a few months? Most importantly...What makes an interesting person? How do you become an interesting person? Are some people just born interesting while others are cursed by being beige carbon copies? Or is every one born interesting and most people just shove down the urge to stand out from the pack and be you.
It's easy to just be one of the herd. It's simple and comfortable and familiar, kind of like those old pair of flip flops you wear every day. They're comfy and easy to put on, they seem to go with pretty much everything, and they were there with you through the last trimester of your pregnancy when all of your other shoes seemed to have magically shrunk. You know you'd probably feel a whole lot sexier in a pair of cute strappy heels but you stick with your flip flops because they're safe and no one will even pay them a second glance. But isn't that the problem? No one will notice, you will go through life just being another faceless person that some one passes on the street.
I, for one, would like to be the person parading down the isles of the supermarket in my cute strappy heels having people look back at me thinking, "Wow, I wonder where she's going in those super cute shoes."
I WANT to be the cute strappy heels.
Preferably these ones...
| $26.40 at gojane.com |
Now, if you're too afraid to be the pair of heels right now then take baby steps. If you are more comfortable being flip flops, at least be cute ones like these...
| $22.00 also at gojane.com |
You see, after I had my daughter I was a boring, dollar store bargain bin flip flop. Before I had been a daring, pierced, music and fashion loving girl with hair that had been every color of the rainbow. After I got pregnant and I decided to "grow up" I lost who I was. I pushed down every ounce of "interesting" I had in myself and went from this outspoken fun girl to a socially awkward and beige woman. I thought that because I was a mom I had to be beige.
Moms aren't interesting. They don't have blue hair and piercings. Moms don't listen to real music and go to shows. Moms are uninteresting people who live in yoga pants and sports bras with their hair in a pony tail and maybe slap on some mascara when they head out the door.
But why did I think that?
There are lots of interesting colorful momma's. I actually think the best kind of mom's are the interesting ones. The ones who have brightly painted homes and furniture. The ones who do crafts with their kids and make healthy foods that they grow in their gardens, who use cloth diapers and make home sewn dresses in funky patterns that are hip and stylish.
I realize that just because I've grown up doesn't mean I can't be an intersting colorful person anymore. I just have to fine tune it and find the balance between the wild outspoken teenager I was and the grown mother I am now.
I am dedicating myself to being ME again. To not being afraid to have bright colors in my home instead of "neutrals" because I'm afraid some one else may think my home is weird. Who cares? It's MY home.
I WILL get up every single day, regardless of whether or not we have plans for the day, and get myself ready with REAL clothes. I will try new things and new foods and make an effort to avoid buying "hamburger helper" type meals for dinner every night of the week. I will teach my daughter to be a person to be proud of. A person that people will see and will want to know. I will get out with Rowyn for more fresh air and exorcise and maybe even take up "mommy and me" yoga. I will stop being afraid that other people will think what I'm doing is weird and I will enjoy my life instead of wasting it in front of the T.V. and get out there. I WILL wear strappy heels any day of the week just to feel sexy.
You should too world. You should do what you love and not care what any one else thinks. I don't care if you want to paint your WHOLE house pink, as long as you love it do it and don't care what anyone else says. They're probably just jealous because they're too scared to stray from the pack themselves to do these things. Take that first step today and live your life!
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