Firstly, I want you to read this. Then come back over here and rejoin me. OK? Yes. Very good.
With a very heavy heart, I must say, I do do some of those things.
I hate that I do those things. I am mortified that I do those things. It's terrible I do those things.
So today I am starting a new life. A fresh new page of my life. And I've sort of sampled this life previously - I've got a taste for it. I've voluntarily left technology turned off. Let my phone run out of batteries. And it feels SO good to not be switched on and available to the world all the time.
It feels so refreshing to not be a slave to the ping of my phone.To turn off - and not feel this creeping sense of - sheesh, I can not be in this moment. And it's good for my family. It's good for my family to have sacred time with me. Sacred family time.
Do you do that? Or do you suffer FOMO? Because if you suffer FOMO, then just wean yourself off. Because really, all you're missing out on is finding out what someone's having for lunch, what they just bought (yawn), or how fabulous they are.
And while you're at it, check out this thoughtful post from one of my favourite bloggers, Checks and Spots.
image via this Etsy shop - phone is available for sale. And you can totes interact with your kids with this phone.
I've been having a blast on Instagram, whereby I mess with the filters (not fillers) and can produce almost blemish-free, wrinkle-free skin. It's better than Botox. No needles. No toxins. No muscle paralysis.
Speaking of which...What do you think of Botox?
I've not had it. Not going to either.
I like to think of ageing gracefully - of embracing the wrinkles and lines that are medals of life (and I often think - if I was a caveman, I wouldn't even be alive now - high five frown lines!).
I had some photos taken last week - where my brow is furrowed - and well, it's probably ripe for sowing some plants in there. It's probably not perty, but it's part of me.
I think overuse of Botox winds up looking a bit.. Odd. A bit... Freaky. It's a slippery slope, and how do you ever get off the merry-go-round of your three monthly Botox top ups? I genuinely want to know.
A tell-tale sign, I believe, is those cray cray kick up eyebrows - that's a giveaway.
So go to town friends, if you're pro-Botox, educate me on the joys. If you're sitting on the fence, perhaps I'll come join you. And if you're not keen on the needle in the face, talk to me too.
I've had a makeover over on my Facebook page. You should totes come over and check it out - as well as my new ample derriere. And bosom. And nose. And new and improved skinny arm. We can chat. And talk. And stuff. Of if you're more into short and sharp, come over to Twitter. PottyMouthMama. Get it while it's hot.
