Lately I’ve had a case of Overwhelm with a side of the Blahs, and I haven’t been sure what to do about it. Then the other night I let my husband put the kids to bed while I went to a movie by myself. That was the smartest decision I’ve made in a while.
I rarely get out of the house alone anymore unless it’s for a parent-related meeting or function. I’m terrible about pursuing Me Time because I either feel guilty for leaving my family, I talk myself out of the need, or I just get lazy. But the other night was a great reminder of why I need to do it.
I got to sit where I wanted to sit, I didn’t have to share my popcorn, and I didn’t have to listen or speak to anyone for more than two hours. Plus I am a freak about people talking in movies – NO REALLY PLEASE STOP TALKING – so it’s best for me to go alone and spare others my neurotic side eyes. I KNOW IT’S ONLY THE PREVIEWS BUT I STILL DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOU SPEAKING. OR MOUTH BREATHING. OR EATING.
I don’t want to overstate the rejuvenating powers of a solo movie, but I felt like a new woman afterward. The next morning I must’ve still been high on theater fumes because I restarted my gym membership and worked out for the first time in eons. Then I came home and made kale chips.
It was like an out of body experience.
I may never manage to workout or eat kale again, but I am committed to more movie dates with myself. Because Mama needs to refuel every once in a while. Not to mention, nothing clears the mind and lifts the spirit like watching Hugh Jackman drop his pants for the sake of art. Seriously if you saw the X-Men movie, do you think he used a butt double? And if you could have any mutant power, which would it be? My superhero would be named Kale and she would silence chatty moviegoers with her bitterness and scornful glances.
Here’s to pushing the restart button. May your summer have both Me Time and We Time. Unless you claim that you don’t need any Me Time, in which case Kale shoots you a side eye, flaps her leaves and says, “Pfff shush.”