Ah, summer! That blissful season that’s supposed to be all about relaxation and fun. I kicked off this summer, like I do every year, with ambitious plans—exercise, healthy eating, and looking fabulous in my swimsuit. But, as summers often do, things took a different turn.
Instead of hitting the gym, I found myself indulging in cake and sipping Arnold Palmers. Weight loss? Forget it! I think I actually gained five pounds. But honestly? I just don’t care.
Rather than hiding under a cover-up with a book in hand, I splashed around the pool in my swimsuit, drink in tow, radiating a carefree vibe. Who needs SPF 80 when you can soak up the sun (with drink still in hand) and embrace that lovely pink glow? Sure, I might be courting premature aging—whatever that means—but I simply don’t care.
By mid-June, I ditched the makeup, courtesy of my newfound tan. I spent a mere five minutes getting ready and ventured out—church, grocery runs, and dining out—without a stitch of mascara. I greeted familiar faces without flinching. It was liberating because I just don’t care.
Instead of scouring Pinterest for healthy recipes that cleverly disguised spinach in smoothies or cut calories in desserts, I whipped up hefty servings of tacos, spaghetti, and fried chicken. My kids were thrilled with ice cream sandwiches and barbecue chips. Our family indulged in junk food more than usual, and guess what? I just don’t care.
I let the kids nap wherever they dropped—be it the couch, the floor, or even in the yard hammock. They stayed up late binge-watching shows, and I joined them, losing myself in books with questionable literary value. I even treated myself to cake for breakfast. Sure, these habits aren’t stellar, but honestly? I don’t care.
Now, I wasn’t completely lazy this summer. I did manage to get some exercise in, but it was all about leisurely walks with a friend—no pressure for that perfect beach body. I was just focused on feeling good and living longer. Because, again, I just don’t care.
This has truly been the summer of not caring, and it’s been glorious! The surprising part? Nobody else seems to care either! With all the junk food and late nights, my kids appear just as happy and healthy as ever. No one’s reported me to the food police or called Child Protective Services.
The more relaxed, confident version of me lounging by the pool is somehow more appealing. My partner hasn’t even noticed the extra weight. In fact, he loves hanging out with me, Arnold Palmer in hand, and thinks I look great in my swimsuit—makeup or not.
Of course, I realize summer can’t last forever, especially this carefree version. The kids can’t keep sleeping in yards or munching on barbecue chips at will, and I can’t continue to indulge in cake for breakfast. But I hope to carry a bit of this summer’s spirit into the rest of the year. A more laid-back, confident me would be perfect for hosting an imperfect Thanksgiving or planning a chill Christmas.
So here’s to the unforgettable Summer of Not Caring!
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Summary
This summer, I embraced a carefree attitude, indulging in treats, skipping makeup, and letting my kids enjoy their freedom. While I aimed for healthy habits, I found joy in relaxation and authenticity, realizing that sometimes, letting go is the best way to enjoy life.