“Go put some makeup on.”

Self care is a hot button topic these days. Taking care of oneself is something busy people neglect to do in the chaos of all our “doing”. There are articles and blogs and posts ad nauseum that recommend ways to approach and integrate self care into your lives. I’m not going to go into any of that. I’m going to be entirely nostalgic and self serving right now. You see, this is MY self care…writing and then shoving it in all your faces. 😉😄

When I was a teenager, and I was feeling teenager-y (angsty, depressed, weepy, etc), my mom used to tell me, “go put some makeup on, you’ll feel better!” Now, in my angsty weepy insecure teenager head, what I heard coming out of my mother’s mouth was “you need makeup, go take care of that”, and when she would say that to me it would make whatever mood I was in that much worse. I really resented her saying that, but these days as I’m slightly more emotionally mature, I can actually see the wisdom in her suggestion. It’s not that she was saying that I needed makeup, or that I wasn’t beautiful just the way I was, but that I did (do) feel better with a little bit of makeup on. I really do love makeup and always have. Taking that little bit of extra time to do something for myself definitely helps change my mood, as it did hers. She was just trying to impart a little wisdom into my hard head.

I’ve been thinking about this teenage memory quite a bit over the last few days. I’m in a rut. Feeling a little bit depressed. My 42nd freaking birthday is coming up, and I have a lot of gray hairs and my body is changing a lot. It’s a bit disconcerting. It’s not that I’m afraid of growing older per say…I’m just not quite ready to embrace my crone years. I feel like that’s a few decades off, I just gotta figure out what to do with myself right here and now.

I don’t wear much makeup. Only once a week when I go to church to keep everyone from asking if I feel okay. And I definitely don’t do my hair…like ever. I’m extremely low maintenance, but I also feel like I’m not living my best life. It’s because I just don’t care enough about myself to do anything with myself. And I really want to change that. I’m gonna put some makeup on. And do my hair. For like the next 30 days…I’m challenging myself to some self care in the form of looking like I give a damn. Wish me luck.

 

Author: kristinamarina

I’m just Kris, and this is just my blog. Kristina Marina is a pet name my dad gave to me when I was young, and since he’s one of my favorite people in this whole big world, I hold it near and dear to my heart. Who is Kris? Kris is a real person, going through real life with real problems and real trials, holding onto a real faith, making real decisions and sometimes real mistakes, looking all the while for real answers, often wondering why she’s so really blessed when she really doesn’t deserve it. She doesn’t sugar coat things, but also knows that God is bigger than anything this big bad world has to offer, and that, my friends, is the key to keeping it real. In short, Kris is just a real person loving a real God. Kris makes no promises of content– this site may be introspective, irrelevant, highly personal, funny, or even a bit ridiculous. She may wax poetic, share a slice of her world with you (or a whole darn plate). She may try to be philosophical, and while she may prove to be insightful, she never expects to be profound. She will always try to be encouraging, even if it’s just for herself. Life is too short to wallow in the negative, so while things may get rough (they usually do at some point), she will always try to see the sunshine through the rain, the forest for the trees, the rainbow at the end of the storm or whatever other idiom gives you the warm fuzzies. Kris isn’t really sure what identity this new blog will take, but that’s the fun part. And no, Kris does not usually speak of herself in the third person.