I had a million things to do this weekend, a million places to be and society events that I was supposed to network at. That all sounds fabulously extravagant and exciting….except that it isn’t. Except that it is all very silly, and demanding, and completely irrelevant in the scheme of things. You see, two years ago I would be there at all those events. I would be there schmoozing and talking and doing what I was supposed to do. Playing the part as they say. For years it was a wonderful gig, being the makeup artist and social network extraordinaire. Being the go-to gal. Until it wasn’t anymore. Until it became more about giving up everything to get the job. Giving up family. Giving up your heart.
So now, here I am. Gleefully in my sweat pants. Gleefully watching television next to Mike and enjoying his margaritas. Because I decided that life should be about me. Life should be about concentrating on the moments that count. Listening to the rain, and cuddling on the couch. Not pretending that showing up at all the events means something. Not pretending that saying “hello! I have missed you!” means a hoot. The people at these events are once a year friends. Five minute conversations that don’t amount too much.
It is the people who call, that text, and that show up that matter. It is the people who follow-up their “I missed you” with an actual conversation. When did life become so frivolous, and so bunched up in a swarm of fast paced, half-hearted moments?
So yes, tonight I am in my pj’s. I am a happy sloth that is missing out on a million parties. Isn’t this what life is supposed to be about?…..I think so.