I was riding in a car today with a good friend, who accused me of being a girl. Well actually not just a girl, but a girlie girl. After years of existing as a tomboy my automatic response was to deny her claim. Before I managed to open my mouth and insert my foot, I had second thoughts. Why was that such a bad thing?
As the day progressed we discussed what she’d meant by that statement. Come to find out it was because of the items lining my bathroom sink. We ended up giggling about the whole thing over lunch and decided what we needed was to have a girlie day. It has been a long time since I’ve thought about having a day for the girls, but the more I thought about it the more I realized I missed girlie days. The thought of getting makeovers and going shopping, perhaps getting manicures and pedicures sounded wonderful.
I wonder when I decided not to do things like that anymore. Was it even a conscious decision? Did I get so busy that I forgot to take the time out to play?
Unfortunately the answer that came to me was a resounding yes.
Well I’m happy to say that I will soon be breaking my long standing girlie day fast. We’ve yet to mark it down on the calendar, but it’s definitely in the works. And I can’t wait.