I’m in the launch phases of Me 2.0 (a term I am borrowing from the far-more-fabulous-than-I Mikalee). Trouble is that I can’t seem to figure out what the big upgrades in this version are.
Not sure what they should be.
Does the new me dress only in sequins? Is she blonde? Is she tall?
Somehow I doubt that a huge change in wardrobe is what the new version needs. And while there are aspects of me that are decidedly high maintenance, clothing is really not one of them.
While I will pass on dressing in sequins, I do have to report that I have a surprisingly large collection of sparkly shoes. I didn’t realize, but I took inventory last night (kids are away – so of course strange things are happening) and I have a grand total of 7 pairs that are either metallic or sequined or covered in glitter. So there’s that. No need to go any further with jazzing up the closet.
I’d take tall if someone can figure that one out though.
Does the new me live in a little cottage with a fabulous garden?
It seems that the movie model of reinventing yourself involves moving to the country and living in a cottage.
In Sleeping with the Enemy Julia Roberts holed up in this charming little house. There was that whole “hiding from her husband who wanted to kill her” thing that I’d rather not emulate. But the house is super cute.
In Hope Floats Sandra Bullock and her charmingly nerdy daughter holed up with her Mom in this cozy little chateau. I think starting over in a place like that would be fun. Although it’s in Texas, so not all that fun. (Nothing against Texas…but I don’t want to live there.)
Final example – in Doc Hollywood Michael J Fox stayed in this rustic cabin while learning to be a better and deeper person.
(And yes, I have actually watched movies during this century…but I can’t think of any with a reinvention theme…feel free to suggest alternatives.)
Of course, I believe we’ve previously established that I hate gardening. Unfortunately, the real estate market around here is not awash with charming, budget-priced, cozy, adorable cottages with live-in free gardeners.
So at this point the new me lives in the same place where the old me lived. That is certainly subject to change, but I don’t think it is going to be a key component of my new super hero identity.
What else could be new and exciting about me?
I am coming up with very little.
This is not a depressing thing. I am fairly content with who I am – in a very domesticated and somewhat predictable sort of way – which is working for me at this moment.
If the new me had a slightly smaller backside and was less interested in eating cake, that would be cool. But unlikely.
So, it’s seeming like where I am headed is the old me. But single. Maybe that’s kind of enough change at this exact moment. Next week or next month or when I am 75 will all be chances to make new choices and changes.
Kind of a letdown for something that feels like the biggest New Year’s Resolution opportunity ever. We may need extra noisemakers and champagne to make it more exciting.
I’m cool with that.