When summer rolls around, everything seems to take a turn for the more relaxed and fun, or at least it should. I entered this summer, just like I do every year, armed with a list of aspirations: exercise regularly, eat healthier, and feel more confident in my swimsuit.
However, summer had other plans for me. Instead of sticking to my intentions, I indulged in cake and refreshing Arnold Palmers. Unsurprisingly, I haven’t shed any pounds—in fact, I’ve probably added five. But you know what? I just don’t care.
Rather than hiding behind a sarong and burying myself in a book, I pranced around the pool in my swimsuit, drink in hand, fully embracing the moment. I chose not to shield myself from the sun with a massive hat or SPF 80 sunscreen, opting instead to bask in the warmth until I turned a lovely shade of pink. It felt liberating—refreshing, even. Sure, I might risk a bit of premature aging (whatever that really entails), but honestly? I just don’t care.
By mid-June, I tossed out my makeup routine (thanks to my fabulous tan!) and spent a mere five minutes getting ready. I strolled into church, the grocery store, and even restaurants without a stitch of mascara. I encountered acquaintances and chatted openly, face-to-face, without a hint of embarrassment. Why? Because I just don’t care.
Forget poring over Pinterest for “Healthy Recipes” to sneak spinach into smoothies or cut calories from desserts. I whipped up heaping servings of tacos, spaghetti, and fried chicken, reveling in the leftovers for days. My children cheered as I stocked up on ice cream sandwiches and barbecue chips. Junk food was the name of the game, and I just didn’t care.
I allowed the kids to nap wherever they fell asleep—be it the couch, the floor, or the hammock outside. Bedtime was pushed back as they indulged in late-night TV marathons, while I stayed up late too, losing myself in books of dubious literary merit and binge-watching The Office. I even treated myself to cake for breakfast. Yes, I know these aren’t the best habits, but guess what? I just don’t care.
I wasn’t completely neglectful of fitness; I did manage to exercise, but even that was a relaxed affair—long, leisurely walks with a friend. My fitness routine was focused more on feeling good and living longer, rather than achieving an idealized beach body. Because, again, I just do not care.
This summer of indifference has been positively delightful. And the greatest revelation? No one else seems to mind either. Despite all the junk food and erratic sleep schedules, my kids appear just as happy and healthy as ever. No one has come knocking, ready to report me to the food police or child protective services.
This new, carefree version of me is surprisingly attractive. My husband hasn’t even noticed those five extra pounds. He delights in our poolside moments and appreciates my natural look—makeup-free and all.
Alas, summer won’t last forever, especially this glorious season of indifference. The kids can’t keep napping outside and munching on chips all day, nor can I continue indulging in cake for breakfast and sipping Arnold Palmers at noon. Yet, I hope to carry a fragment of this summer’s spirit into the coming months. I long for the relaxed and confident me to be present during Thanksgiving and a stress-free Christmas.
So, here’s to summer 2015! The Summer of Total Indifference!
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In summary, this summer has taught me the joy of letting go—of expectations, of judgment, and simply embracing the moment. Cheers to the beauty of indifference!
Keyphrase: Summer of Total Indifference
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