There’s a unique vibe to summer that feels more carefree and enjoyable than any other season. At least, that’s how it should feel. Like many others, I kicked off this summer with a list of intentions—goals to meet and healthy habits to adopt. My main focus was to exercise, eat nutritious meals, and feel confident in my swimsuit.
However, as the days unfolded, I found myself indulging in cake and Arnold Palmers instead. Unsurprisingly, the scale tipped in the wrong direction. I suspect I’ve put on a solid five pounds, but honestly? I just don’t care.
Rather than hiding beneath a cover-up and retreating to the shade with a book, I embraced the sun in my swimsuit, drink in hand, radiating a carefree attitude. I let myself bask in the warmth—occasionally turning pink—and it felt freeing, even invigorating. Sure, I might be risking premature aging—whatever that entails—but I really don’t care.
By mid-June, I ditched makeup altogether, thanks to a lovely tan I acquired. I spent mere minutes getting ready before heading to church, the grocery store, and restaurants without a hint of mascara. I encountered acquaintances and confidently engaged in conversation without hesitation. Because, again, I just don’t care.
Instead of poring over my “Healthy Recipes” board on Pinterest, searching for sneaky ways to incorporate spinach into smoothies, I opted for generous servings of tacos, spaghetti, and fried chicken. My kids reveled in the extra treats like ice cream sandwiches and barbecue potato chips. Our family meals leaned heavily towards indulgence, and guess what? I just don’t care.
I allowed the kids to nap wherever they fell asleep—whether on the couch, floor, or even in the hammock outside. They stayed up late watching TV while I joined them in late-night reading and binge-watching shows that lacked any literary merit. I even sometimes enjoyed cake for breakfast. It’s probably not ideal, but I really don’t care.
Now, I wasn’t completely negligent this summer. I did engage in physical activity, but it was relaxed—long walks with a friend at a comfortable pace. My motivation was to feel good and promote longevity, not to achieve a beach-ready physique. Because, once more, I just do not care.
This summer has been about embracing a carefree attitude, and it’s been nothing short of wonderful. The best part? No one else seems to care either. Despite the junk food and late nights, my children appear just as happy and healthy as ever. No one’s reported me to the food police or child services.
The new, relaxed me at the pool has a certain appeal. My partner hasn’t even noticed those five additional pounds. In fact, he enjoys spending time with me by the pool, and he appreciates how I look in my swimsuit, makeup-free or not.
Naturally, this summer of indulgence cannot last forever. The kids can’t continue to sleep outdoors and munch on barbecue chips endlessly, nor can I keep enjoying cake for breakfast and sipping Arnold Palmers all day. Nevertheless, I aspire to carry some of this easygoing spirit with me into the rest of the year. I hope that this newfound confidence allows me to host an imperfect Thanksgiving and plan a casual Christmas.
Here’s to the unforgettable summer of 2015—the Summer of Just Not Caring!
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Summary:
This article reflects on a summer of carefree living, characterized by indulgent eating and relaxed habits. The author shares personal experiences of embracing a laid-back lifestyle, focusing on enjoyment rather than strict routines. The summer served as a reminder that sometimes, letting go of expectations can lead to happiness and confidence.