I’m (Getting) Fabulous Again!

Note: This post and the one I posted yesterday were written in parallel…not on purpose, it’s just the way it happened. I started both pieces separately, intending to convey two separate thoughts, but after I drafted both pieces and began to edit them, I realized that they really conveyed similar sentiments. Rather than try to decide which I wanted to post or try to merge them together, I decided to post them both. It just felt right. – 2sday
I’ve lived a fairly fabulous life. It’s been filled with incredible people, places, and things. I have so many fascinating memories about so many moments in my life and I LOVE to talk about them all! The whole point of this blog (and every previous incarnation of it) has been to share all those amazing bits and pieces of my life with all my friends and fans. But honestly, lately, my life hasn’t been all that notable.  Despite the subtitle, I’ve been neither cosmopolitan nor a jet-setter. Recently I’ve actually been more of an unsophisticated homebody and I assure you my life has been anything but noteworthy.
A little suburbia, a little fast lane
For some reason I had relegated my life to suburbia and had attempted to live my life according to some ridiculous domestic recipe. I called myself living a “simple” life of crafting, couponing, and organized bliss. I was going to bake and cook from scratch and grow my own veggies. And I would do it all in my designer dress and high-heeled shoes. This was my vision of domestic life…I mean, I’m married, I’m in my 30’s, isn’t this what is expected at this stage in life? My 20’s were for being fascinating…now it was time to be a nester…a beautiful, fabulous nester.
I should have known better. Anytime I try to do the expected or typical thing with my life, it turns out to be an utter disaster. It was ridiculous to think that I could or should live my life according to anyone else’s recipe; I’m just not built that way.
“All things in moderation” should be the motto of my life. A bit of this and a bit of that is what keeps me stable. See, the truth is, I love the idea of domesticity. Suburbia turns me on. I need the simplicity of home life to keep me sane. I just don’t need to be drowning in it. Who I am requires me to be glamorous and on the go. I need to live it up, shut it down, and do it all over again. It’s who I am and I love it. But when I need a pause from my fast and fabulous life, I love that I can come home to my suburban sanctuary. It’s the balance to my cosmopolitan, jet-set ways. Suburbia is where I find my peace. It’s where I can indulge my creativity and find the joy in an organized drawer. I wanted to be one of those people who could indulge in the suburban lifestyle day in and day out, but I just can’t. I know it goes against everything everyone thinks I should be, but what can I say? I am who I am, like it or not, and it’s time to get back to being me.
I’m laying the domestic diva in me to rest. I’m shedding Martha. It’s not what I’m built for. It’s time to acquaint myself with my mojo again and reclaim my title as the Cosmopolitan Queen. For the sake of myself – as well as for the sake of this blog – I have to get there. But I’m not there yet. I’m on my way. So, despite what the subtitle may claim, this blog is really chronicling the comeback of a cosmopolitan, suburban jet-setter…at least for now. It took me a while to get lost out here in the domestic wasteland, I’m sure it will take some time to find my way back to the fast lane. But along the way I’m sure there will be tons of amazing people, places, and things all around me…and I’ll be dying to talk about them. And I’ll hope that you’ll drop in and share a cocktail with me while I tell you all about them. ;)
With Love,
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