Hi friends! We made it through another Monday, which is cause enough for gratitude and celebration. The reward for this, of course, is a new episode of The Bachelor.
Yes, friends. I love The Bachelor and The Bachelorette, and I’ve been known to dabble in Bachelor in Paradise. Hate on it if you wish, but I also love Jane Austen novels, good Scotch, and Henri Matisse, so it’s fine. Life is all about balance. These shows have taught me about human nature and the difference between true love and self-delusion, and they’ve gotten me through some transformative times.
As I was watching tonight’s episode, I was struck by how self-possessed the remaining women are. Physically, they’re specimens. Caila’s hair looked like a Pantene commercial, her nails were freshly done, and her teeth are an orthodontist’s dream. But most impressive is how in control of her emotions she seems to be. She’s consistently sweet and upbeat, except when she calls upon a few adorable tears to punctuate her timely and appropriate feelings.
Watching this, I wondered briefly if this is the path to success in life. Somehow becoming master of yourself enough to show only what you want people to see, while managing to be described as “real” and “genuine.” Pair that with washing your hair every day and remembering to clip your ragged thumbnail before five days have passed, and we have our first female president!
And then my funny, fun friend sent me a text. “Are you watching this? This is insane!” We chatted about how ridiculously large another woman’s family home is (“Seriously, is her dad the governor?”) and then drifted towards our own weekends. The conversation went roughly as follows…
“How was your ski weekend?” she asked.
“It was so fun! Except I had a panic attack in the middle of a run and a kid on a snowboard had to bail to avoid me. I cried so hard I couldn’t catch my breath. I was PMSing. But the weekend was awesome!” I replied.
“Oh no!” she said. “I was PMSing this weekend, too. Once I cried because I was talking about how romantic Wuthering Heights is. Then I was telling someone a pretty song lyric and started crying again,” she shared.
Then I laughed for a long time and sent some silly emojis and refilled my glass of wine. I filed a couple of receipts and finished washing my dinner dishes, and I looked around at my sweet little house and my big, fun life, and I loved it all. I might snooze my alarm too many times in the morning, and most of the time my nails are bare. My emotions often pop up at inconvenient times and in conspicuous ways, but that’s ok. I’ll take a friend who cries over Wuthering Heights over someone who art directs her emotions any day, and I think my friends would say the same for me.
My wish for you this week is that you look around at your life and love it all. Enjoy the last of your full moon Monday!
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