I am by no means a girly girl, but at the same time I wouldn’t necessarily call myself a tomboy. I am someone in the middle. Growing up with a younger brother is probably a contributing factor, boys toys were just so much more fun, but equally I would be quite happy to play with barbies. I took ballet classes and I liked pink, but I also loved to explore and build dens.
As I entered adulthood, the girly side of me faded away. I like makeup and I like to get my hair styled, but I am completely useless at anything beyond that. I look at women with their perfect eyebrows, manicured nails, bronzed skin and carefully styled clothes and wish I could be like them. I guess it all comes down to priorities. If I gave up the blog, if I forgot about reading, if said sod it to the housework and forgot about my job… I might have time. Because you just cannot have it all. Somethings gotta give. Why do we all try to be so damn perfect these days? Why does it matter? I am who I am and I have to accept that.
Lately my mind has been drifting from time time, to thoughts of having a daughter of my own. To how I would dress her, what toys I would buy her and the games that we would play. I wouldn’t make her wear pink. She could play with her brothers toys. She could grow into the person she wants to be. But this is a dream and it might never happen, if we had another child it could be a boy. If it was a boy I wouldn’t be unhappy by any means, he would be a little brother for my little tyke. I don’t even know if we would be blessed with any more children, or if I have the energy for newborn and a toddler. Its just that I think about it sometimes.
Enough of my jabbering for one evening. I bid you all a lovely weekend, ta ta for now xxx