I’ve recently challenged myself to restrict time on social media (pinterest & instagram inspiration don’t count) and instead redirect all that energy to the son (since work has come into the mix, which I ain’t complaining about :p), craft activities, self-rediscovery, revisiting & following through with some of the goals I set up for myself in 2013 and it wasn’t till I read an article that I realized what I have been feeling recently might have been a case of quarter-life crisis long due. (obviously no.5 doesn’t apply, but you get the drift).
Ironically, the ones who have been giving me lots of inspiration and motivation to seek the dreams I’ve been itching to pursue have been the younger twenty-somethings on the web. Obviously mostly commitment-free & spirited individuals, but whose perseverance, hardwork and confidence I admire without reservations and wished I had a little more of.
The boldest stunts I get up to these days is probably to wear pops of color as opposed to the once all black-grey-white wardrobe, statement accessories, tell a kid/caregiver off for bullying my/a child outrightly and ask for help if I need one especially when it comes to the bub. And maybe some wee bit cooking taking place in the kitchen.
I wished I could be bolder. In trying new stuff. Getting out of my comfort zone. Making those plans happen. Walking those talks I’ve been saying before the birth of motherhood. And I think it’s very possible and doable.
So last weekend I decided to do stuff out of our routine (i.e.: only going to places where I knew exactly where their family rooms were located at, mainly the indoors). We checked out the year-old GBTB (like, finally) and ate at somewhere we’ve not been to before on the pretext of celebrating my awesome BR’s birthday over brunch. It felt good. Exhausted undoubtedly, but contented with a little mix thrown into the humdrum weekends that we’ve grown so accustomed to since parenthood.
Doing something new once a month for a start seems doable, right? 🙂