The Summer of Not Giving a Hoot

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There’s something about summer that just feels different—more relaxed, more fun, and definitely more carefree. At least, that’s how it should be. But like every year, I kicked off this summer with a grand list of ambitions, including getting fit, eating right, and feeling fabulous in my swimsuit.

What actually happened? I dove headfirst into a world of cake and icy Arnold Palmers. So instead of shedding pounds, I’ve probably added five, and honestly? I couldn’t care less.

Rather than hiding under a cover-up and peeking out from the shade with a book, I pranced around the pool in my bathing suit, drink in hand, embracing the carefree vibe. Because really, I just don’t care.

Instead of slathering on SPF 80 while donning a giant sunhat, I soaked up the rays (yes, drink in hand) until I turned a lovely shade of pink. It felt liberating—like a mini-vacation for the soul. Sure, I might be courting the idea of premature aging (whatever that means), but again, I just don’t care.

By mid-June, I tossed aside makeup (thank you, natural tan!). I spent a mere five minutes getting ready and strutted into church, the grocery store, and restaurants without a stitch of mascara. I ran into friends and had real conversations, unfiltered and makeup-free. And guess what? I didn’t care one bit.

Instead of scrolling through my “Healthy Recipes” board on Pinterest, trying to concoct sneaky ways to blend spinach into smoothies or lighten cheesecake, I whipped up mountains of tacos, spaghetti, and fried chicken. My kids rejoiced as I stocked up on ice cream sandwiches and barbecue chips. Our family indulged in way more junk food than usual, and you guessed it—I just don’t care.

I let the kids snooze wherever they flopped—on the couch, the floor, or even the hammock in the yard. They stayed up too late binge-watching shows, and I joined in, devouring books that probably won’t win any literary awards. I hit the snooze button more times than I can count and sometimes even had cake for breakfast. Not the best habits, I know, but I really don’t care.

I wasn’t a total couch potato this summer; I did exercise. But even that was relaxed—a few long walks with a friend, just enough to feel good and not to chase after a perfect beach body. Because once again, I just don’t care.

This summer has been all about embracing the carefree spirit, and honestly, it’s been wonderful. The best part? It seems like nobody else is worried either. For all the guilty pleasures and late nights, my kids are thriving. No one has reported me to the “healthy food police” or anything like that.

The new, confident version of me lounging by the pool is actually more appealing. My partner hasn’t even noticed the extra weight; in fact, he enjoys our poolside chats with Arnold Palmers, appreciating how I look in my swimsuit, makeup-free and all.

Sadly, summer won’t last forever, especially this carefree version. The kids can’t keep sleeping in the yard and munching on chips around the clock, and I can’t keep having cake for breakfast or sipping Arnold Palmers all day long. But hopefully, I can carry a bit of this relaxed vibe into the rest of the year. I aspire to be the chill, confident me who can host an imperfect Thanksgiving and plan a low-key Christmas.

So, here’s to summer 2015—the Summer of Not Giving a Hoot!

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In summary, this summer has been a delightful break from routine, filled with carefree moments, joyful indulgence, and a newfound confidence—one that I hope to carry with me into the upcoming seasons.