Starbucks

I stopped in this morning for a tall skinny vanilla latte (2 weight watchers points, incredibly tasty and filling) and while waiting, I looked around and noticed just how fashionable and put together some of my co-Starbucks-frequenters are. The lady in front of me was dressed to the nines (what this really means is beyond me, but you get the point) in a black pencil skirt, a perfectly ironed white blouse, and a light pink tailored/cropped jacket with a red corduroy burnout print. Her hair was perfectly coiffed (picture Anna Wintour), her bag was a beautiful pink leather and she smelled like a fresh shower and the new Marc Jacobs perfume, Lola...or at least what I imagine it smells like...I haven't smelled it yet. Her wedding ring caught my eye and not because it was incredibly large or interesting, but because it was so sparkly. I thought to myself "She probably cleans that thing every day, the way it shines."

So I turned around to further assess the situation, wondering if I was the only person wearing Gap jeans, a Gap t and an oversized sweater from Forever 21, and to my right was a 20-something waifish girl (she reminded me of Michelle Williams looks-wise and Katie Holmes fashion-wise) in cut-off jean shorts over gray tights, patent black flats and a slouchy gray shirt, accessorized with a camel colored leather bag. Where am I, I thought? New York? And then I realized that SOME people treat every day like they are out to see and be seen...and not in a narcissistic way...no these people were just picking up their coffee on a random Thursday in Austin and yet- they were treating the day like they were on stage for the real show, not simply the dress rehearsal.

I wish I was more like that. I wish I took the time to choose interesting outfits, do my hair, and accessorize in a way that represents the creative and unique side of me. I'm currently the person that shows up with wet hair and incredibly fresh (though minimal) makeup because I've just put it on in the car only minutes ago. I need to start taking each day seriously, like it might be my last, like it's a day full of opportunity and worth the effort. And not because I care what other people think of me- for the most part I really don't...but because you only get one life and I might as well live it how I like and be the person I want to be, TODAY.

So maybe I'll start tomorrow. :)