“I want to talk about me
Want to talk about I
Want to talk about number one
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you, you, you, you usually, but occasionally
I want to talk about me.”
That Toby Keith song makes me laugh every time. You think he sounds like a total jerk based on the chorus, but the verses say otherwise:
“We talk about your dreams and we talk about your schemes
Your high school team and your moisturizer creme
We talk about your nanna up in Muncie, Indiana
We talk about your grandma down in Alabama
We talk about your guys of every shape and size
The ones that you despise and the ones you idolize
We talk about your heart, about your brains and your smarts
And your medical charts and when you start
You know talking about you makes me grin.”
He obviously loves this girl, but he is assertively asking for what he needs. I think this is easier for dudes sometimes. We women are used to caring for everyone around us. We are brought up, culturally groomed, and genetically designed to do that. But at some point, we hit our limit and what felt like service starts to feel like drudgery. Maybe we just grow resentful, or maybe we rebel. No matter what it ends up looking like, it’s not often pretty.
So, how do we prevent losing our sh–? We treat ourselves. We take an hour to read; we go to the gym and put our headphones in; we get our hair cut; we have a massage; we have a glass of wine with a girlfriend; we have a boudoir shoot (had to sneak it in there). And not only is it good to do those things, it is also ESSENTIAL. We have to refresh ourselves if we’re going to keep caring for other people – and we can’t expect other people to know what we need. We have to claim those things for ourselves.
I am so pleased to share these photos with you today. This beautiful lady is embarking on a new life in so many ways. This shoot is part of her reawakening.
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