Pamper Yourself for You

One of my biggest pet peeves is when one of my friends makes the comment, “Ugh. I have to shave my legs because I have a date.”

Girl- why aren’t you doing this for YOURSELF?

Personally, I prefer smooth legs.  Maybe you don’t.  That’s fine; but pick a man who likes you either way.  

More importantly though, you don’t need another person to validate you.  You don’t need an excuse to dress up. You don’t need a special occasion to feel pretty.

Wear the nice pajamas.  Put on the fancy underwear.  Use the nice conditioner.  But please, please- do it for YOU– not him.

Men come, and men go, but remember- you will always have yourself.  Treat her right.

Cat Lady Christmas

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As I open my new notebook and begin to write, Bernice (AKA Bernie Sanders) jumps up next to me on the couch and begins to chew my headphones.  After she tires of this activity, she proceeds to walk on the blank white pages in front of me.

Even though I’m not sure if my company for the weekend understands that I would like her to stop disrupting my writing, her company is much more welcomed- and much less of a headache- than most people during holidays.

It’s a Cat Lady Christmas.

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Bernice guarding my notebook.

It’s usually easier for me to tackle life on my own than to worry about other people. Through the years I have had many short-lived relationships, a handful of longtime friendships, and grew up in a small family.  Since I was never surrounded by groups of people, I valued quality over quantity.

Christmas Day looks a lot like my minimalistic holiday– simple and stress-free.  While I would love to be home in Michigan with my family, this year I’m staying in Boston, enjoying my first (solo) New England Christmas.

Yesterday I ventured out to go shopping, binged on Netflix and Hulu, hung out with Bernice and ordered enough delivery to last me two days.

Ah, Bachelorette life.

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Christmas Eve dinner, Bachelorette style.

I decided to spend Christmas Day relaxing, exploring the city, eating and writing.  If that’s how I want to celebrate this holiday (which has nothing to do with hype or stress), then that is what I intend to do.

Family and friends told me they feel bad that I am spending Christmas alone with Bernice.  My take on it?  I have the best company around- myself, a four-legged friend, and my empty notebook.

Let the games begin.