Do the ups and downs ever slow down? I assume they must—or maybe they just do for people who actually reflect and recognize their patterns. Who knows?
I was about to write this whole post about how aesthetics run my life and how having an aesthetic room is the difference between productivity and getting absolutely nothing done. But here’s the thing—that is completely and utterly false. You know what’s actually true? Change, in any form—small, big, good, bad—is what empowers us.
Lately, I’ve been discovering the value of small, seemingly worthless changes. Like how an office chair should be adjusted to fit you, not just your desk. I’ve been using the same chair for years in a way that made it impossible for my feet to touch the ground. No wonder I hated doing anything at my desk—I had made it actively uncomfortable for myself! And honestly, if that doesn’t sum up so many aspects of my life, I don’t know what does.
There are so many internal things I’ve made harder for myself than they need to be. Take self-love, for example. People always talk about mantras and sticky notes, but you know what no one talks about? Setting yourself up for success tomorrow. Put a K-cup in the Keurig before bed. Buy a tiny notebook for work—because guess what? It is more convenient than a notes app. Move your desk out of the office and into your room if that office space has become a storage warzone you’d rather die than step into. (Okay, maybe that last one is just me and my personal procrastination tendencies.)
In all honesty, though, I’m tired all the time, and I feel stagnant. But that chair thing? That rocked my tiny world today.
I’ve been telling everyone I’m going to start dating soon. I’ve been collecting advice, and let me tell you, it’s a lot. I need to have my non-negotiables, but I also need to be open-minded. I shouldn’t date here, but long-distance is too complicated. I should meet someone at a conference, but actually I should go to Bethel College and meet someone there.
All I really know is that I’m a hermit who’s terrified of taking the first step. And why? Because I haven’t even figured out what the first step is.
Do I try dating apps? I don’t want to hook up! Christian dating apps? Blegh. Work? Have you ever MET a Christian libertarian engineer in his 20s? Maybe, but am I ready for that much introversion? (Have I become that much introversion?)
And then there’s the fact that I’m 21 and have never even been on a date! Driving somewhere new to meet a complete stranger is scary enough, but what if he wants to, like, kiss me or something? I feel like a 12-year-old girl. I think I’d actually pass away.
But that’s normal, right? People kiss their dates goodbye or whatever. Is that a first-date thing? A second-date thing? I’ve seen people who waited until marriage for their first kiss, and let me tell you—NOT PRETTY.
And to top it all off, what would I wear? I dress like Adam Sandler—not because I love the look but because I’ve completely given up on enjoying fashion and would rather disappear into a pile of shapeless clothes. My roommate wants me to try boho? Maybe? I don’t know?
I swear, if I ever manage to get a date, I’m going to have at least four people coaching me on what to wear—maybe more if I get my hairdresser and his wife involved.
I think I need to stop thinking about being ready. If I do that, I might never start. I just need to start.
Maybe today?
…Maybe not. xD
(I’m definitely a bit too neurotic to be considered ready)