Pinky Promise

OK, Serious time. Have any of you read Girl, Wash Your Face?

So, here I am, minding my own business deep into a project a work, listening to my audio book and I was startled into attention at something I heard in this book. Well, let me start at the beginning…

This book was highly recommended to me by a girlfriend. We were talking about life. One of those talks where everything just spills out and you overshare but everyone is oversharing and you feel a little less alone in this world… I love those talks. So, I immediately hopped on my phone to check out this book and wound up at a whopping #27 on the waiting list. I finally received my “automatically borrowed” book notification this morning, and as I was JUST finishing up on Book 1 of my guilty pleasure, Twilight, it was perfect timing! (It’s ok. You can judge me. I’m Barbeque Sauce… OK, yeah, yeah, I know I’m off topic but if you don’t know what I’m talking about check out 4 Ways to Deal with a Bully. If you’re a parent it’s a must see!)

ANYWAY, I start this new book and I’m in Chapter 2. Here I am minding my own business like Mmm hmmm yeah, sounds good, stop yelling at me, life stuff, blah blah… then I hear something about this lady working out on a treadmill after a long day. If you know me you know this girl does NOT run. At all. Then a friend asked her why she didn’t put the workout off (my kind of thinking) and she said “I made a promise to myself and I don’t break those. Not ever.” Now tears are automatically welling up in my eyes AT WORK and I’m glancing around nervously to see if anyone is staring at me. To make matters worse, already being on the same lazy page as the friend, my own thoughts reflected the friends response, “Ugh, I’m the first person I break a promise to”.

Gut punch.

I start wondering, how many people in my life are just like this… Just like me? I have to share this author. I have to share this book and this conversation.

Life is busy… and hard. I have 2 boys, 10 and 13, who are amazing, sassy (not always in the cute way) and hectic humans. I’m constantly chauffeuring, cleaning, working or just surviving. I can’t always do everything I want with them, but my boys know my promise MEANS something…to them, to my friends, to my family, but I couldn’t even begin to count the promises I’ve broken to myself. Why don’t I care that I break promises ALL THE TIME to myself? This needs to change. I’m changing it.

One promise. I’m going to start with one promise to myself and start from there. Jeeze, I think I might have to say it out loud. You know, to really know it’s not one of my random thoughts and to honestly make a commitment to myself in this journey. I hope by sharing this a light bulb goes off for one of you struggling in the same way. I want to be better. From this moment on, I’m going to count on me. My promise is going to mean something to me. I deserve it.

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