“Moving towards balance…letting go, quitting sweets, quitting baking, getting over people pleasing, going to start taking care of myself, exercising, accepting my body, slowing down…blah, blah, blah….I truly feel like if I was a self help book, I would throw myself over the cliff.
None of this crappolla is important, really. Its utter crap, it’s not positive, funny, or real.
It’s like I am addicted to proclamations. It’s probably America – we’re obsessed with life change, makeovers, transformations, and success stories…pick up any magazine and it always features happy people touting their latest life change or decision to live a different life…I’m not completely knocking these inspirational type of stories…it’s just the more we hear about Jane quitting her job, starting the business of her dreams, losing 20 pounds, giving up gluten, and practicing yoga…you start to kind of think – well, maybe Jane has all the answers. She just looks so freakin happy…
This sort of thing has always sucked me in… Any kind of a change, seemed dramatic, exciting, challenging, and the answer to me being stuck in a rut.
The title says secrets to being happy from the Inside out…that sounds like you just have to read it, right?
When something doesn’t feel right, or I am feeling something I don’t want to be feeling, like frustration, unhappiness, disillusionment, sadness, or just boredom, I make some major proclamation. Instead of just owning the feeling. I think that’s what addicts do, right?
This one promises me to get a life that doesn’t suck! Woo hoo
For example, the baking… I baked a lot for the past two years. And then, just recently, I simply didn’t feel like it. I didn’t really have a clear explanation. I just had no desire to get out the bowls and the flour. When I think about this rationally, it was probably just me being tired and busy with the regular hectic life of a mom of little ones.
Not a lick of make up- dirty hair- and chipped nail polish – that’s pretty brave of me to show this gross pic that Gia snapped of me.
How about I just write/ speak about my true feelings… Like “Hey everyone, I am in a funk. I’m tired, I’m probably going to bring you some munchkins today, because the thought of baking is truly exhausting… But maybe I’ll feel like whipping up some blondies in a couple of weeks, or maybe not! ”
Or ” I am just not feeling my cutest, can we just hang out in our sweats and drink wine and eat pizza? ”
I officially quit proclamations.
Life is full of enough interesting things to read about/talk about right? Like the fact that Arianna pooped on the bathroom floor at the library yesterday and tried to pick it up.
Eeewwww! I don’t know how this happened. She has been using the potty regularly now for a while.
But that’s life. And I think we would all rather read about that, wouldn’t we?
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5 thoughts on “If I was a self help book I’d throw myself over a cliff”
Every child marks an interesting territory with poop at one time or another. The bath tub is a favorite for floating logs. LOL Ari
Too funny Caryn! Thanks for just commenting on the “real part:)”
Real life with kids, is way more interesting to me, than airbrushed perfection. I was actually just writing about recently. I’d much rather see another mom with chipped nail polish than a mother that makes me feel totally inadequate for being braless after 10 am.
Absolutely… I like going to my friend’s slightly messy houses and people who are “real ” and actually have something to say and make me a laugh rather than make me feel uncomfortable.
ok so I am late here with my comments but love the poop story!! not looking forward to having to potty train – but Jilly, you know me, I am all about throwing out the self help crap!!
and kudos to Gia for her photo skills!!