(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 18th 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!
