I am a planner. I need to know what my next goal is, and then I need to have a plan in place to achieve said goal. This helps me to not become stressed or overwhelmed by my ambition and stay on track to accomplish all the things I want to do someday.
Last week was rough to say the least. I was faced with a suffocating amount change, none of which had previously fit into my plan. I felt like I was drowning with pending decisions and I had a really hard time staying above water. I suppose that’s why people are always preaching about flexibility.
Anyway, after a week of panic, frustration, and a severe lack of perspective, I came to the conclusion that life goes on with or without a plan in place. Most of the chaos was in my head and all I needed to do was take a moment to evaluate my goals and redefine my strategy to obtain them. No big deal to Average Joe, but quite a realization to Neurotic Angelica.
Now that things have settled and I feel confident about my decisions and my path to move forward, I found myself in one of those “treat yo self” moods. Don’t lie, we’ve all been there; mine just tend to come on a bit stronger than your typical moody twenty-something.
Tiffany & Co. is one of those brands with which everyone has some type of association, whether it’s Audrey Hepburn’s cult classic film, a catchy tune from Deep Blue Something, or their iconic Tiffany Blue packaging that any aspiring fiance can sniff out from a mile away.
So there I was, standing at the perfectly polished glass counters perusing the beautiful treasures that were worth more than my car, and my masochism began flooding my brain with memories of all the boys I’ve loved before who I was so sure would someday stand in that very spot and think of me.
And that’s when it hit me. Why on earth was I waiting around for some boy to come swoop me off my feet when I work hard, I make responsible financial decisions, and I’m perfectly capable of buying myself something sparkly?
So that’s exactly what I did. I made a grand gesture to myself.
The day that I purchased my dainty little Tiffany ring was the first time in a long time that I felt truly inspired to love myself. No more waiting for others to show me the care and appreciation that I crave and deserve; it’s time for me to show it to myself. My simple little Tiffany ring is my continuous reminder that I can be my own Prince Charming, especially because all the Prince Charmings that I’ve met thus far have turned out to be more like Prince Douche Canoes instead.
Is this the nicest ring in the entire world? No. Is it the shiniest? No. Is it the most expensive? I mean yes it was a fortune, but in the grand scheme of things, no.
Do I feel joy and pride in myself every morning when I slip it onto my finger? Absolutely.
So, if you’ll excuse the premise of this blog, let this be my first piece of advice to you that does not include you running out to purchase some new skincare product. Be your own Prince Charming. Obviously if you love your significant other, don’t run out and dump them with no reason, don’t quit a perfectly good job that pays your bills, and don’t rid yourself of a good thing just because you’re awesome and can live without it. That’s not what I’m saying.
What I’m saying is to not let things or people define your joy. Find warmth in quality time with loved ones, find joy in the sunshine every morning, find happiness with yourself and from the knowledge that you can do this life. YOU ARE OKAY.