I’ve come to the realization that being a wife and mother can certainly change my perspective on anything and everything.

A dozen years ago, I never would have considered–even entertained–some of the thoughts I have now.

Like just this morning. I washed my hair, and blasted it with the blow dryer. My first thought? “Well, now it’s not plastered to my head. Win.”

Before, I would have spent at least a half an hour making sure that each hair was perfect.

Not to mention this gem that came into play while I was blow-drying my hair. “Well, I can see my gray. Meh, I’ll color it eventually.”

Before, I would have had the bottle of color in my hand faster than a blink, covering those evil silver streaks as soon as they appear. Now I’m like “Yeah, whatever. I’ll do it closer to the holidays.”

Now, I must admit, I do actually get fully dressed every day–no yoga pants or flannel pj’s for me during the day. I probably won’t have any make-up on, and the likelihood of my hair actually being done is nil before about eleven.

It’s amazing to me the difference in who I was just a few years ago, and now. Because it’s not that I don’t care about how I look–it’s more that I don’t stress about how I look.

Could I lose 40 pounds? Absolutely. Probably do me some good. But I still love my cookies and popcorn, and at this point, I really don’t worry about losing the weight. I’m not nearly as focused on how I look all the time as I used to be.

Now, if I were, say, planning a cruise for this summer, then I might work on getting down to a little leaner size by vacation time. But for the most part, though, I don’t stress about it.

I have enough things on my plate between life, the children’s activities, and work to be stressing about whether I should eat that cookie or this cheese stick.

Will I ever be as skinny as I was in high school? Probably not. Do I stress it? Nope, not one bit. After all, there’s brownies to be eaten.

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