As I sat in the hair salon getting my once yearly haircut I found myself feeling so out of place. Not just the well manicured stylists in their black clothes and too high heels but the patrons as well. Maybe it was my poor choice of haircut. Maybe it was the bags under my eyes from not enough sleep recently.
It still begged the question when did I turn into someone who spent so little time on herself. I sat in the chair comparing my beaten up black flip flops splattered with neon green sidewalk paint to the beautiful (albeit over priced) espadrilles of the woman beside me. While I have no interest in overpaying quite so much for my shoes is there NO middle ground? Does being a Mom mean that I have to have paint splattered flip flops?
I guess I'm in a not so great place with myself. I gained back some of the weight I lost last year. I have been lacking motivation to get back on track. My clothes are all so dang "mommish". It feels like there is still not enough time in the day to put on makeup or accessories.
I have blogged about this before. Finding time for me. Maybe it means looking at myself in the mirror before I leave the house. Maybe it means not worrying JUST about the kids looking presentable but me too. I guess I have to find a way to challenge myself. To make me a priority. Not sure how to get started but I think it's time to start trying.