How you like me now?

 (Photo has nothing to do with post...but it is cool none the less)

 

It’s that time of year again, where the days seem to just get away from you. You become so busy and preoccupied with Christmas related parties, dinners, shopping, planning that it is the 18^th of December and I can’t remember leaving November. It is also the time of year where we often find ourselves reminiscing on the past 12months. What we did (who we did…what we brought), what we didn’t do (what we didn’t buy…who we didn’t do…who we shouldn’t of) numerous humorous stories, adventures and the like.

We also start to think about those BIG New Year’s resolutions, you know the ones. We always have the best intentions of keeping them but most of us are lucky to last the week. You have the token ones along the lines of…will lose weight, will go to the gym more, will be more healthy, will be happier, will be nicer, will travel more, will buy more shoes, will find and buy those damn Balenciaga boots, will find a rich young gentleman who will fall head over heels in love with me etc. I have decided to break my traditional mould this year.  A week or so ago I was not so nicely informed that ‘I over think like a girl’. Well no shit captain obvious…. Maybe because I AM a girl?!

Anyway, no need to go into the nitty gritty of said conversation, let’s just say that it made me think. And GOSH being a girl is HARD work! All that over thinking, over analysing, reading in to things, self-doubt, wondering if we should have done this or we should have done that, meticulously planning outfits, worrying if our bums look big in this or if our hair is too flat. It is ridiculous, it is unnecessary, we are all intelligent women, yet still, I am sure most of us partake in this useless behaviour.

So instead of trying to get the perfect hair or that perky bum (ok I will still be working on my bum!) I have decided that this year’s New Year’s resolution is to be more like a boy. Simple, not in the gross way, I have no desire to forgo my daily showers thank you very much. But more along the lines of when a guy doesn’t call, I will not automatically jump to the conclusion that it is because I must be hideous. I will be rational and not even think about it, I will not read in to text messages, I will not analyse how long it takes to get a reply, I will not read in to a casual ‘Lets hang out again’… Girls, when he says 'lets hang out' he is not thinking about how many children you both will have when you are married, really, NO he isn’t!

I will be more like a boy, I will forget that I have a phone, I will not care if the girl at the bar has my dress on, I will casually agree to see people so they feel like they can’t tie me down. Most of all, I will not cry over spilt milk! I will not doubt myself, I will not put myself down and I will just act in that generally ‘I don’t give a fuck’ way boys have perfected. It’s a flawless plan really, I don’t know why I haven’t thought of it sooner? I’ll keep you posted on how it goes, fingers crossed I get through the first week! Wish me luck!