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The Summer of Not Caring
There’s something uniquely liberating about summer. It brings a sense of ease and enjoyment that often feels like a breath of fresh air. Every summer, I kick things off with an ambitious list of goals—exercising regularly, eating healthy, and rocking my swimsuit with confidence. But this summer? Well, let’s just say my plans took a detour.
Instead of hitting the gym, I found myself indulging in cake and sipping on Arnold Palmers. Spoiler alert: I didn’t lose any weight. In fact, I think I’ve packed on a few extra pounds, but honestly? I just don’t care.
Instead of hiding under an oversized cover-up with a good book, I embraced the poolside vibe, drink in hand, and flaunted my swimsuit like I was on a tropical getaway. With a little sun on my skin (and a drink in hand), I let myself soak up the rays, even if it meant a little pink glow. Sure, I might have tempted premature aging, but guess what? I just don’t care.
By mid-June, I ditched the makeup entirely—thanks to my lovely suntan. I threw on some comfy clothes and ventured out to church, the grocery store, and even restaurants, all with a bare face. I spotted familiar faces and chatted without a hint of embarrassment. It felt liberating. Because I just don’t care.
Instead of obsessing over Pinterest for “healthy recipes” to sneak spinach into smoothies or figure out how to lighten cheesecake, I whipped up mountains of tacos, spaghetti, and fried chicken. My kids were thrilled with the abundance of ice cream sandwiches and barbecue chips. We indulged way more than usual, and guess what? I just don’t care.
I allowed the kids to nap wherever they dropped—on the couch, the floor, or even outside in the hammock. Late nights were spent binge-watching shows that didn’t require a PhD to enjoy, and I let myself hit the snooze button more times than I’d like to admit. Sometimes, breakfast was cake. I know, terrible habits. But honestly? I really just don’t care.
Now, don’t get me wrong; I wasn’t completely off the rails this summer. I did manage to squeeze in some exercise, but it was all about leisurely walks with a friend rather than chasing after that perfect beach body. I was moving to feel good, not to impress anyone. Because I just do not care.
This summer has been all about embracing the art of not caring, and it’s been absolutely wonderful. The best part? No one else seems to care either. All the junk food and late nights haven’t affected my kids—they’re just as happy and healthy as ever. No one has called the food police on me or reported me to anyone.
The new, more relaxed me is definitely more appealing. My partner hasn’t even noticed the extra five pounds; in fact, he loves spending time with me at the pool, enjoying our drinks together. He still thinks I look great in a swimsuit and finds me just as pretty without makeup.
Of course, as summer winds down, reality will set back in. The kids can’t keep napping outside, and I can’t indulge in cake for breakfast every day. But I do hope to carry a slice of this carefree summer attitude into the rest of the year. I want the newfound confidence and laid-back vibe to stick around for those upcoming family gatherings, like Thanksgiving and Christmas.
So here’s to summer 2023, the Summer of Just Not Caring!
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Summary
This summer has been an enlightening experience of letting go of worries and embracing a carefree attitude. With a focus on fun rather than strict habits, I’ve enjoyed indulgent meals, relaxed days, and a newfound confidence. Although summer is coming to an end, I hope to carry this laid-back spirit into the rest of the year.