April always sneaks up on me. March starts off as a leisurely month. Rainy day relaxation now that the drought is over. Sunshine returns with daylight savings. Then, the end starts to creep up on me and say, “Surprise! You’re birthday’s here!”
I’ll be turning 34 on April 7th. That is firmly mid-thirties, which terrifies me or doesn’t matter, depending on when you ask.
Resolution #1: Protect my time
Last month, I only had two weekend obligations, one of which was canceled. This let me do what most people do on the weekend: relax. It also helped me better enjoy the weekend I did spend away.
This April’s a busy one for me. My birthday, US Quidditch Cup, Easter, and Best Coast Classic 4 all fall on back-to-back-to-back-to-back weekends. Phew.
Instead of trying to get my friends and family together for my birthday like I usually do, this weekend I decided to spend it (mostly) alone. I don’t even have much of a plan. Time is the best gift I can give myself.
Resolution #2: Listen to my body
Amazing how fulfilling one resolution helps out another, huh? Guess who finally finished a month without feeling exhausted? This gal.
I’ve abandoned the idea of tracking what I eat to keep myself honest. Instead, I’m focusing on how I feel after I eat. Late night Taco Bell runs feel good at the time, but not so much a few hours later. Period fueled snack binges soothe my cranky soul, but I feel worse later on.
I haven’t been as physically active as I’d hoped, but I think I needed rest more than anything else this month, so I’m not too bothered by it
Resolution #3: Declutter my life
I have been trying to purge my wardrobe for… almost a year now? Yikes. Between my attachment to things because I didn’t grow up with many and my body’s inability to stay one size for long, completing this task has eluded me. In the past year, I’ve been everything from a medium to an extra large, a size 8 to a size 14. There is no way to have an edited capsule wardrobe with that kind of variation.
That being said, I finally went through my closet pulled out every single thing that a) will never fit again or a) is longer my style. It’s mostly a case of option a; I’ve been good about not keeping things I don’t like.
If you’re interested in shopping the ghosts of Barcelos Clothes Past, check out my Poshmark closet!