I tried online dating for the first time a few weeks ago.
I did a tiny trial after feeling like I was finally in a pretty decent place in my life to meet someone: I’ve been working on my faith, I can wear makeup after giving it up for a year, I am starting to build a career, & am developing a more active social life. I was hoping to find a kind, handsome guy who’s interested in living out his faith like I am, in addition to being completely interested in me and in getting to know me. That was reasonable, right!?
Now how do I turn this sarcasm off?
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I gave up makeup for a year for spiritual reasons, and learned a lot from the experience, spiritually and in other areas of life. Here’s Part 2 of the lessons I learned. Read Part 1 here. Read the start of the journey here.
I am sure a brilliant social scientist has written about this somewhere, but people like and are interested in pretty things and people, and pay them attention accordingly.
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I gave up makeup for a year for spiritual reasons, and learned a lot from the experience, spiritually and in other areas of life. Here’s Part 1 of the lessons I learned. Read Part 2 here. Read the start of my journey here.
Giving up makeup for a year was a faith-based decision. I don’t think I would have done it if I didn’t feel that it was getting in the way of having a relationship with God.
Giving up makeup, for me, actually meant giving up a large part of my external beauty, which in turn meant giving up a crutch I had been relying on for years. That was the problem: my beauty was essentially a foundation upon which I tried to build my relationships to other people and the world.
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THE Dress (on a model who looks suspiciously like Rory Gilmore). Image Via Zeleb
ome years ago, about a year before prom, I started thinking about prom dresses. I looked around a little bit and saw THE dress. I just knew I was supposed to wear it–I had a gut feeling. Plus, it would look fabulous on me, and every guy I had ever liked in high school would drool over me in it. So I saved the link to that bad gyal, saved the pictures, and began thinking about my grand entrance to prom.
And do you know what I did after that? I decided to keep looking. It was still early, and what if there was something even better out there? It couldn’t hurt. I ended up spending months obsessing over dresses, trying to find the most statement-making piece until finally, a close friend pulled me aside and told me how tacky my dress choices had become. Oops.
In the end, I didn’t get the dress I originally wanted, or even the dress that prompted an intervention. In fact, I didn’t even go to prom at all, partly because of how much I stressed over the thing. This is what perfectionism does to me–it blows things up to epic proportions and gives reasonably ordinary things massive weight, causing an inability to move on with life or make decisions.
*Raises hand* My name is C and I’m a recovering perfectionist.
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Getting organized was the thing I heard, in some variation, before the start of every school year. Our trips to the store to get school supplies seemed to convey that, the handing out of agendas in class every September seemed to convey that, my Dad telling me that the key to being successful in life was to “be organized and start early,” and yet, somehow, I missed the message.
My desk at school was always a mess, my homework was often late, I was often late, and my parents affectionately called me “Space Cadet” because I was so scatterbrained. I generally felt that I was always running behind my life and trying to catch up with it. Didn’t everybody?
The first time I truly “got” getting organized was in my second year of undergrad, and organization played a big part in my getting my first year of straight As.
One of the most valuable things getting organized taught me was that I can have control over my time.
Thanks to my Dad’s great tips, I’m rediscovering time management lately, and here’s what’s been working for me.
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