THE CUTE REVOLUTION
Faith in ourselves is challenged daily by repetition, monotony, comfort and fear. I refer to this plain existence as, “life in a bubble”. Often times we get stuck in a rut and no matter how robotic we conduct ourselves or how bland we know our day to day may be, we realize the safety in it all and without fail will embrace the rut and even stay there long enough to decorate. That rut then evolves to a comfortable bubble we secure ourselves in, peeking out occasionally only to snuggle back into safety again. We are all guilty of being Bubble Drones. It’s bred into us from birth. There’s a certain way we need to live our lives in order to win the race and checkout successfully. Chances are dangerous. Heck every time you take a chance on something that’s not a for sure thing, you get that anxiety and question yourself.
I’m NOW 35. I have 2 boys, 3 if you count my hubby. I had my oldest straight out of high school. He will be turning 16 in a month or so. Due to my rather crazy upbringing, the road that brought me to this very moment has been paved with a little bit of resentment, some anger, lots of fear, stubbornness and a strong will to survive. Even with that combo of items, I to have realized I am a Bubble Drone. I blame my loss for stepping out of my comfort zone more often, on my children. I live only to provide them with a life they will appreciate and have cherished memories of when they are my age. I think I can say with confidence that my approach on parenting is much like my personality, NO bullshit and 100% up front and honest. Even so, no matter how much I fight the monotony of parental living and being a grown up, I find very little time to be all about me. I forget I’m not just a mom but I’m woman. I’m not just his wife, I’m his partner. I’m not just his lover, I’m a sexy bitch!!! So I decided no more T-Shirts and Sweat Pants 24/7. Moping because I don’t have my 20 year old body anymore must come to an end. Most importantly, I had to expand my social life beyond movie nights with the hubby.
It took 2 years and a rather turbulent stretch of marital issues that my hubby and myself had to work through but finally I found the courage and happiness I had been lacking and I didn’t have to go farther than within myself to find it. I called it The Cute Revolution! Through happiness and self awareness, I take everyday in stride. I recognize that I am beautiful and deserve the best things in this world. Life is rough and I determine how I navigate through it. Drama is exciting but useless if it causes pain and sorrow in my life or the lives of my loved ones. By no means has my life changed dramatically but I recognize the potential within my self to dictate how I approach challenges and overcome even the unknown obstacles that are out of my direct control. It’s an enlightenment, so to speak. There’s a whole big world beyond the streets we travel everyday. There are opportunities within reach every second we breath. There is fun to be had when you are ready to have it. There are people just outside your bubble who feel the same way, or have similar obstacles. People who want to have fun but fear escaping their bubble. BUBBLE DRONES just like you craving a connection, a friendship and an adventure that will enrich their lives and allow them a retractable bubble or the confidence to travel the earth, bubble free!
This is what the Cute Revolution is about. Taking chances on yourself. Stepping out of your comfort zone from time to time and remembering who are and what you are capable of. Not saying throw out your sweats and Tees but make sure to wear your Cute gear at least once a week if not more. Smile more often and spread the Cute around to those you interact with or even strangers you pass throughout the day. The revolution will not march strong unless you make a daily regimen to make Cute and encourage others to do the same. Life is a gift not to be wasted. Promote fun and laughter. We all have regrets in our lives but its never too late to change lanes so when it is time to check out we can look back and say, “holy shit there’s a few dings I made but dob gammit I had a great time while I was here”.
Im sometimes crass, a little rude, maybe a tad bit too upfront. I’m not 130 lbs anymore. I have stretch marks and maintenance of my body is a thousand times more tedious and time consuming that it was even 10 years ago. I have bitchy days and I have great ones. My hubby and I are completely in love but we do have our issues like any relationship. Not every day is about Making Cute In Ur Face, in fact most days are about just dealing and getting through. BUT then there are those other days when enlightenment once again hits and the Cute Revolution marches on.