Happy Bachelor Monday 🙂
Yes, I watch the bachelor, it’s cheap entertainment & I’m not afraid to say I look forward to Monday night for this reason alone.
Anyway… I’m back after a pretty refreshing weekend, [yet it disappointing – the Vikings lost in a heart breaker]. Tony and I enjoyed a night in and I enjoyed a day with my sisters. Late, Saturday morning, my sisters and spent some time chit-chatting and eating the most wonderfully, delightful, light-as-air waffles I’ve ever eaten. We ventured to Black: Coffee & Waffle Bar, a tiny, quaint, little place in Minneapolis that serves the most wonderful waffles.
I enjoyed a strawberry, cheesecake waffle.
One word: YUM.
My sisters are two of my favorite people in the entire world. We aren’t your typical sisters that talk on the phone every day, or sadly, even the type that see each other every week, but we know the ins and outs of one another, and can sit for hours, laughing. My morning was a great one to say the least.
As Justine and I were driving home, I had somewhat of an epiphany. I told Justine I wanted to get my second tattoo [soon], and she was a little shocked. I continued to tell her I want multiple tattoos, all with meaning, obviously, & she continued to raise her eyebrows, as if to say, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Then it dawned on me..
For so long I’ve been this version of who I think I should be, and used phrases like, “I’m almost 30, I shouldn’t be _________,” Or, “At my age, I should really be ____________.” I’ve stayed in the lines and played things safe. I’ve done things I’m supposed to do at various ages of my life; graduated high school, went to college, became a teacher, got married, bought a house in the suburbs, etc… Not that any of those decisions are bad things, in fact, I’m extremely proud of all of them. But what dawned on me is the past couple years, I’ve tried to mold myself into this specific type of person, maybe a person I’m not supposed to be?
Because guess what’s suppose to happen next? According to my timeline: babies, lots of ’em, & it’s not happening. Not like it’s not happening ever, I just know it’s not going to happen for a while.
Okay, back to what dawned on me…
So maybe, for these next couple years, and what I should have been doing the past handful of years, is to just see who I am. Maybe I’m supposed to figure out a little bit more about Kaylee, the girl who wanted to dread her hair in college, [yes, I really did, no, I don’t think I will do this now :)], the girl who wants a couple more tattoos, see many concerts at Red Rocks, & learn how to garden. Because, in order for me to be a good mom someday, and obviously to keep doing my best to be a good wife, I think figuring myself out should be priority number one.
This may not seem like SUCH an epiphany to you, but it was for me, and all it took was Justine’s little eye roll when I mentioned a second tattoo. All I needed was a small realty check, as if to say to myself, That is who I am right now & that is who I want to be.
Here’s to trying 🙂
My bed & The Bachelor are currently calling my name, [yes, it’s 8 o’clock, & I’m super excited about it].
Nighty Night, muffins xo