Over the past few weeks, I find myself actually making time to put on makeup and think about clothes. Why? What is going on? Why in the world is that what I'm concerned about right now when I have important deadlines and big things that have to get crossed off big to-do lists? And then my friend D forwarded along this poem from Bentlily.com
This poem will not endear me to Margaret Atwood
but I want to believe their glossy promises
serums that vow to smooth my hair
chia seeds as good as a nap
the buckwheat pillow that changed that woman’s life
and even though I can’t remember how
and it weighs a ton
I feel good every time I lay down
imagining all the various forms of betterment
ticking away inside me as I sleep.
I know I should be suspicious
roll my eyes
say smart things about not falling prey
say something Margaret Atwood would applaud
in that gravelly voice of hers
that sounds wise and tired at the same time
but as the world thumps onward
festering with problems
sometimes it’s a relief
to focus on your pores.
EXACTLY. YES. This is what I wanted to say! Life is really crazy and busy and there's a lot going on and sometimes it's helpful to just think about frivolity. And watch cat videos on the internet.
Last night my friend texted me encouragement that I'd handled a tricky meeting well and that the tasks of the next week would go well. This morning I briefly saw an acquaintance on the bus who told me I looked pretty. I guess if we keep working hard and keep putting on makeup, everything will turn out fine.
But if all else fails, here's a cat video.
The older I get, the more I realize that taking time to be with your pores is much less a frivolity than an excuse to have time only for yourself, all to yourself, because nobody else gives a fuck about your pores.
ReplyDeleteSometimes in times of stress I spend time with my pores instead of calling my friends back.