We are never satisfied.
I’m not talking about our children, we expect them to continue wanting until they reach maturity. I am talking about us – women. Maybe social climates are the same for men. I’m not sure. I can only speak from experience and observation.
Mothers are competing with their sixteen year-old daughters to be relevent, look youthful, and wear skinny jeans. Why are we doing this to ourselves?
Wasn’t it at one time acceptable for a woman to age gracefully?
For the most part we marry, have babies, build a career, keep a home, rear children, and enjoy hobbies. With all we accomplish, don’t we also gain peace and contentment? Maybe just a little tranquility in our mid-life so we can enjoy the home, hobbies, and children?
Today it seems we do not.
We work endlessly to lose ten more pounds. We may be twenty doubled, but we will not allow ourselves to look a day older than 22. Ok, 27. Maybe.
Wash it away.
Upper arm flab?
‘They’re called reps, and we do them with free weights.
We’d rather be dead.
We hold ourselves and each other to a standard of youthfulness we had and enjoyed.
Do we need to relive those days to be happy?
It’s not only our bodies that are under scrutiny, it’s also our homes.
Can you believe Sally hasn’t updated her appliances? There’s not a shine of stainless to be seen!
Change the knobs on all your cabinets, or better yet, update cabinets. We all know they are uselessly ugly after fifteen years.
Please tell me you don’t still have swags! Surely we can take out the sewing machine between our 2-minute potty break and six-thirty dinner.
Heaven help us all if your bedding is dated! You do want a good sex life at ninety-two, don’t you?
Definitely update the bedding.
The lists go on and on and on and on and on and on.
We wonder why we’re too exhausted for sex even after the bedding was changed.
Remember walking into your grandma’s house and feeling loved? You wouldn’t a trade being wrapped in her squishy body for a day of looking good in skinny jeans. Would you?
In grandmas house the curtains were old as she, and don’t even start looking for stainless steel. Her refrigerator was new in 1944. She didn’t know about the “Go Green” campaign because her static still interrupted the nightly news, despite rabbit ears. She had a closet full of clothes, and considered a sweater good until it stopped keeping her warm.
When did being human stop being ok?
Since when is not good enough to wear last year’s clothes?
Can’t we live comfortably in a home that’s slightly outdated, but filled with love?
Are we stopping long enough in our life to allow some memories to accumulate in our homes, in our lives, in our hearts?
I may be wrong, and please tell me if I am, but I think we’re too busy updating, fixing, toning, and coloring to enjoy the peace of a well-built home and a happily spent life.
Make no mistake, I don’t think updates are bad. I hate mom jeans on me! I even like stainless steel. I just don’t think we need these things to be happy, fulfilled, loved, and at peace. I just think that sometimes we need to sit and relax, enjoy life a little.
I want to look younger, be thinner, and have a nice home too, but ladies, I do believe we are driving ourselves absolutely bloomin’ crazy.
All for nothing.
What thinks you?
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