Most girls cannot wait to get boobs. For several of my friends the day came and went, but for the rest of us is an invention called the push-up bra. It was awesome! You put it on and instantly it added a couple cup sizes.
One time I was playing soccer and the ball hit me really hard in the chest. I didn’t even flinch because all that padding cushioned the blow…literally. I acted like it never happened. It wasn’t until my early twenties that the bra started to bother me. Aside from the fact that they are extremely uncomfortable, they are also a lie.
Push-up bras remind me of dating. We aim to put a perfect self forward and end up losing ourselves. The goal in dating should be marriage, but by trying to hide every flaw, the process becomes exhausting, stressful and pointless. Eventually, your true self will come out and you’ll have wasted all that time wearing a mask.
Not everyone is going to be attracted to you so stop trying so hard to get noticed in the wrong ways. Your person will learn to accept and maybe even love the flaws. Do both you and your future spouse a favor and be yourself…minus all the extra padding.
When I was a little girl, my family packed up an RV and went up a mountain to watch a meteor shower. Never had I seen such a thing. I still remember the smell of the crisp air and the way it felt thin in my lungs. The silence of the night and an eerie feeling that I was so small in comparison to such a giant sky left me full of wonder.
I was about 12 at the time of this memory. It was before I had a digital camera or Facebook and I didn’t think about sharing it with anyone. If this moment happened within the past five years, I may have missed out.
Instead, much of my time would have been taking photos, trying to share what I saw; but a picture can never do it justice. The lens on my phone isn’t meant to capture wonder, smells and feelings. By trying to capture the moment I would end up missing millions of falling stars just outside the view of my little camera.
Try not to get so caught up in posting the moment that you actually end up missing it all together. When looking at a star filled sky, a camera only captures a glimpse of its reality. So sure, take a couple pictures as a reminder and give yourself the rest of the time to actually have a memory.
In our house, we have three. It is often an argument about how much crap is in them and I am not too prideful to admit that it’s 93 percent my fault. When we first bought the house I had a goal not to have a junk drawer but as time went by the empty spaces got filled with things that didn’t seem to have a place. When you walk into our home, it is tidy and mostly picked up but the junk is still there even if you don’t see it at first.
Unfortunately, this is how I handle situations in my life, too. When there is anger I refuse to admit, frustrations I choose not to confront, or hurt feelings I decide to deny all come up for the world to see, I find a junk drawer to stuff them in.
On the outside, I am put together, happy and full of life but the unresolved feelings are still there; and so much like the mail falling through the back of the drawer to the cabinet below, are my emotions spilling into all areas of my life into places they don’t belong.
Today is January 1, 2016, and all the junk from last year is following me into the new year because I chose not to clean it out. When 2017 hits I want to be able to say just the opposite; instead of ignoring things and shoving them inside, I dealt with it as it came. So, I will put it through the shredder, give it away, find another use or get rid of it.
Happy New Year and cheers to getting rid of the junk.