The life-changing magic of not giving a fuck
Recently I have found myself attending events and taking on activities because I thought I should. To be a good friend, to be a valid employee or because that’s what people my age do. NOT THIS YEAR. 2018 I am going to do less of what I think I should do, and more of what I want to do.
For example, I honestly don’t like fine dining. Melbourne has a new ‘it’ dining experience every week. Lines are constantly appearing out of another hidden alleyway off Little Flinders, it’s what Melbourne people do, but I’m just not into it. Same goes for boozy lunches; I don’t like them, I’m an activities person, I always have been. However I love to cook, and I love needlework. They are fuddy-duddy activities that remind me of my Nanna, which ultimately make me feel happy and wholesome. I also relish the ballet. The athletic movements, the live orchestra and red curtains all spark instant joy! You can take front row Beyonce tickets, and footy finals members pass, all I need to a Pas de Deux and a box of Maltesers.
The saddest part is that I have loved these activities for a long time.
Sneaking off from afternoon drinks to bake vegan chocolate cakes to the sounds of Edith Piaf and taking myself to the Arts Center on a Friday night. Not this year! I am decluttering all of that, 2018 is my year of not giving a f***.
