So I used to joke that my life was like a tv show.
You know, the serio-comedy kind. Like what they show on the CW. Only with no crazy vampires or superheroes or super fabulous closets. (Though they did film the flashback sequences of Vampire Diaries by my house, so technically there was kind of a vampire appearance, right?)
|Why yes, yes, I do walk by the house and garden this episode was filmed at at ALL the time at home. And so it’s kinda like being on the CW, right?|
And then, I started to get a little older. (And by older, I mean, more mature. Because obviously the Vampire Diaries and Gossip Girl aren’t that ancient. Though Gossip Girl is over. Which still shocks me.)
Anyhow, as I got older or more mature or whatever you want to call it, the joke became:
Oh my life, it’s more like one of those chick-lit-books. Like the British ones, only obviously I’m American. And way cooler than Bridget Jones. (Though I happily welcome an appearance by Colin Firth. Although he is way too old for me. He’s played DADS to characters my age. Creepy. But it’s Colin Firth, so who cares?)
|Bridget Jones, you are super funny. But please stop smoking so many cigarettes. That’s all I ask.|
And then, I realized, I’m not so old that I’m aged out of chick-lit-books. (Or even the CW, let’s be honest. We all know the actors are always ten years older than the roles they play.) But, as my eyes grew heavy around the third Alabama touch-down last night I realized, I’m a little lame. I wanted to go home and go to bed. And I’ve reached that point. I’m TOO boring for chick-lit. Or the CW. Gah, I am, in fact, bordering on the PBS variety of lameness. (Ok, so I’m still cooler and more exciting than that. But I’m inching closer and closer.)
I thought, why am I so tired? It’s 9pm on a Monday night. (Never mind that I spent the whole day thinking it was Tuesday.)
And I remembered.
I know why I am so tired and boring.
It’s not a lame reason at all!
It’s because I’ve chosen to look after myself and be healthy.
To keep my goals and revolutionize my wellness in 2013 with lots of self-love.
Who wouldn’t be tired? I’d awakened at 5:30 am on Monday morning to do yoga and meditate. And baked croissants for breakfast. (I had them with strawberries, so that counts as healthy, yeah?)
|My croissant breakfast. Nom nom nom nom.|
I’ve chosen to go after the 40 Day Personal Revolution. And in order to get a yoga practice, meditation, shower, journal time, and eat breakfast at a reasonable pace before heading to the office (why can’t everything start at 10 am, I ask you?), I have to get up at the crack of dawn.
Which means going to bed early. Saying no to the second glass of wine on a Monday night, quit watching the boring football game (sorry Notre Dame, tough loss) and coming home to bed.
And…it may not be the easiest thing in the world to do. I hate getting up before the sun. But for 40 days? Oh yes, I can rock this. (And hopefully keep it up well beyond the 40 days!!)
Daily yoga, meditation, and healthy living? That may not be exciting enough for the CW. But it sure sounds good to me!
Baron Baptiste has started a facebook page and website for a #digital40days. You can join in the fun, too! Because we all know, chick-lit book characters are happier when they convince their friends to join in their hysterical adventures. Well, I’m (hopefully) not embarking on a ridiculous yoga journey a la a novel. But I do think it’s always more fun with friends!
What do you say?
And, hey, maybe this whole personal revolution will catch on. I’ll become CNN or BBC America worthy. Or like an amazing inspirational book. Either one. Both. Plus, those options just may be way cooler than being chick-lit or the CW.
Keep your fingers crossed, mmkay?