Non-Keanu Stage of Life…

Rob Lowe is 59. Sandra Bullock is 59. Keanu Reeves is 58. Halle Berry is 56.

They have at least 10-12 years on me but they look 10-12 years younger than me.

How are they looking so good when I’m feeling so umph … I’m thinking … I need me some moisturizer. The good kind. How IS it that they look the way they look. But it’s not even a look it’s a vibe. I mean I guess, it’s Sodapop Curtis, John Wick and Miss Congeniality. They got their ways.

Nannies, housekeepers, grandparents, chefs, dog groomers, nutritionists, personal trainers. Life coaches. They got their support systems in order to afford “me” time.

I get it. I’m realistic. I know not everyone has that and you’ve got to do what you can with what you’ve got. Comparing your yourself to others isn’t good considering you’re not running the same race. Comparison usually steals the joy and happiness out of most situations.

But this wasn’t so much comparison in terms of them being better or having more of something. It was more like an observation of whoa … I’m looking too weary and they’re looking reeeeeeewlly good. Like Paul Rudd good. Why was that?

Help. They got it when things get heavy. All angles are covered.

I mean I could probably look fantastic if I had people cleaning and cooking for me and helping me with the kids. I would totally have less gray hair. No doubt. I mean the supporting environment alone could improve the Zen vibes.

But I might have aged more this last year than in the last five. I got an extra heavy load on me. And I didn’t even ask for it

His name is Nacho Chuy.

🙂

He’s the rolling wave that’s been crashing my beaches.

This new addition was given to the kids by their dad, however I felt like I got a third kid without a vote.

He’s lovable, sleepy, and stubborn. But he also takes up a lot of time and patience. He’s like a regular kid. Eat. Sleep. Play. Poop.

It’s a non stop cycle and although I dig him and enjoy his company and hanging out, not being able to leave him alone adds stress to my daily life. I’ve been robbed of my morning runs, so I get them when I can, mostly weekends. This has been happening for the last year.

I’m weary.

I’ve noticed my mood is quick to sour now and I don’t look anything like Rob Lowe or Sandra Bullock. I have to find ways to carve out time that isn’t the crack of dawn. Sleep is important too.

Maybe I’ll be able to escape the premises soon during the week. I can’t buy one of those strollers for dogs. I just can’t. I can’t be one of those people.

So until I find another solution I’m stuck in my non-Keanu stage of life.

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Buen Camino …

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