I have a good friend who is totally into yoga. She’s very into it and goes religiously. She’s one of those people who has an extremely calming presence. She talks about “being present” and “listening to your breaths.” I love her. She’s nothing like me. Nothing. Opposites attract, I suppose. For a time, I tried to be her. I tried to go to yoga. Her life and attitude was so appealing. I wanted that. I tried my damnedest but somewhere between downward dog and sun salutation, I just bit the bullet and said: this is not me. I am not daily yoga. I am not a breath listener. I’m just not. And that’s fine.
There is solace in the “nots.” There is calm in being okay with them. It’s easy to spend all the hours on “Fapinterinstasnap” double tapping the hell out of everyone’s fabulous foyer, early morning mountain run, weekend getaway to some place that has really colorful houses in a row. And don’t forget to double tap that damn kitchen with the sky high ceilings, Viking range, marble countertops and custom upholstered bar stools. I hate that kitchen. That’s a lie. I love that kitchen. So so bad. But I am not that kitchen. I am not those bar stool. Those bar stools would not stand a chance in here. I am not early morning mountain runs. I am not those weekend getaways.
In the blogging world, I often feel the pull to be something more. Something different than I am. When you see something working so well for someone else, you wonder…hmmm…maybe I should do something similar. But no. That’s exactly why I shouldn’t. Because that’s not me.
I am not muted colors. I am not party tables. I am not a frequent traveler. I am not a furniture refurbisher. I am not a fashion blogger. Man oh man am I NOT a fashion blogger. (read: most days I take off my pj’s, put on yoga pants and call myself “dressed.”) I am not any of these things, but at one time or another, I’ve felt like maybe I should try to be. Truth is, none of them are true to me, my blog or what I love to do. So howsabout I leave it to the creative geniuses who do it well. Howsabout I’ll hold it down over here in my brightly colored, loud-mouthed, mildly inappropirate humor corner of the internet. We’re having a good time up in here and there’s no need to change that by pretending I’m taking morning runs through the mountains.
Tell me about your own “not” doctrine. Have you ever felt the pull to be something else, only to realize, that it’s just not you. I want to hear all about it! Cause we’re homies. And I’m nosy.