Oh, Mr. Veggie, it seems as though your scandalous ways have resulted in many a food baby. You come around all innocence and sunshine, and before we know it we’re left with a growing belly and never hear from you again.
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Hey guys! I really loved reading all of your comments on the whole veggie issue. It seems like most of us have overdone it on the veggie front at one point or another, and learned the hard way that you can definitely have too much of a good thing. As for me, I think I’ll be sticking to moderate portions of veggies that my stomach can actually handle…
… and use the rest for decorative purposes
So today is Friday, and I couldn’t help but notice how much my perception of the weekend has changed over time. Weekends used to be a chance to stay out until the sun came up and sleep until 3 in the afternoon. I was the kind of girl who needed to be out pretty much every night of the week, even if I had to go in to work or school the next day. I wasn’t necessarily partying, but the evenings that I’d actually spend at home were few and far between.
Oh how times have changed…
These days, I usually go out 1 or 2 nights per week, and never end up staying out past midnight. My weekends no longer involve busy clubs and parties, but quieter get-togethers with family and friends. In all honesty, most of the time I’d rather spend my evenings at home and enjoy some quiet time to myself…
For a while there, I really couldn’t help but wonder if my preferences were “normal.” I felt that, as a single girl in her 20′s, I should really be showing more of an interest in getting myself out of the house, so I started pushing myself to go out more, even when I really didn’t feel like it.
Did I end up having a good time? Ehhhh, I guess so? More so than I would have if I had stayed at home? Not really. Like I already mentioned, I legitimately enjoy being at home. There are times where I really feel like I need to get out and do something (so I do), but for the most part I’m perfectly content with spending quiet evenings at home; especially since I’ve finally learned to stop beating myself up about it. See, I used to be plagued by thoughts like…
“What’s wrong with me?”
“Why don’t I want to go out?”
“This can’t be normal“
… but then I realized that it was normal – my normal. Some people may love going out and being social, but that’s just not for me… at least not right now. There may come a time where I start craving more social interaction and time away from home, but as of right now, this seems to be exactly what I need. I think, I read, I write, I game, I blog, I eat my last fig and date oatmeal bar and cry a little inside….
… and I’m happy this way – this is just who I am and I’ve come to accept that there’s nothing wrong with that.
I think the idea that we should all conform to a certain type of lifestyle is as ridiculous as the idea that we should all conform to a certain type of diet. Just like there’s no one-size-fits-all diet, I don’t believe there’s a one-size-fits-all lifestyle. You shouldn’t feel guilty for enjoying time at home any more than you should feel guilty for eating a diet that’s higher in carbs; and you shouldn’t force yourself to change just to fit some “norm” either.
What you should do is whatever it is that makes you happy, whatever it is that makes you feel good. If you want to do this, do this; if you want to eat that, eat that; but above all, be confident in your choice. Don’t beat yourself up over what you like and who you are, because it’s our quirks and differences that make us beautiful. Don’t try to force yourself to play the part of someone you’re not, because it’s perfectly okay just to be you. Love it, work it, own it.
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Can anyone relate?
Do you enjoy going out? Or are you more of a homebody?