I’m starting to get it

It may take a little while, but eventually I figure stuff out.

Like my epiphany today where I realized that all my wardrobe planning was for naught BECAUSE I’LL PROBABLY SPEND ALL MY TIME IN JEAN SHORTS AND A BIKINI TOP.

Really.

Just realized that.

Could have saved myself hundreds of dollars if I’d only realized it sooner.

I have a royal blue bikini (below):

 

And a black fringed cut-out swimsuit (below):

Perhaps all I really need is my bikini, my swimsuit, a pair of shorts and a sarong.

God, could it BE that simple?

Think of the hours I wasted trying to find the perfect boho dress that appropriately communicates my adventurousness while simultaneously covering up my “problem areas.”

In the end, I’ll probably just relax and go with what’s easy and all the body paint, circlets, and dresses will go by the wayside and I will simply be me.

I will simply be me. In the desert. All covered in dust. That’s where it will happen.

Self-acceptance.

Or more frustration, whichever comes first.